The Sands of Time

The passage of time has taken on the grim visage of Chinese water torture, each minute another drop pounding away on my brow. I believe we have 35 days to "finish," and I think we can pull it off with a little help from our friends. I won't kid you or myself, it's not going to be pretty.

The grueling schedule I've been keeping at the day job should be winding down this week. I think I'll celebrate by taking some vacation time to work myself half to death on the Devil Queen.

I didn't think to take any pictures over the weekend, so the following is a sketch of post and pictures yet to come.

The weekend was a mixed bag of success and disappointment. The washing machine is almost installed. The light fixture for hall bath was a disaster - it disintegrated while being installed through no fault of our own, but that is another story. In short, I will be taking it back to Lowe's with my receipt this week. Friday night I lost it. I stayed up until 3 AM scraping paint, hanging the laundry room door (I had to "trim" the jamb with some vigorous chiseling & what not), painting doors, and cleaning house.

I also got to try out my new miter box & hand saw. I love it. Now, I sit on the couch obsessing about scribing, mitering, and coping my trim.

Tonight, after work, I plan to slip into semi-psychotic state and go nuts on the Devil Queen like Cuchullainn in one of his battle-frenzies. I hope to finish the living room ceiling, do some paint prep, finish painting Gideon's closet door, mount the lockset on the laundry room door, finish the quarter-round trim in the laundry room, and prepare to scrape the hall ceiling. That ought to be enough for tonight, right?

Anyhow, enough for now. Hopefully, more tomorrow.