My back’s aching like a son-of-a-gun, but my future office is once again empty, the carpet has been pulled up, the underpadding too (disgusting!). The man I’d hired to repaired the plaster and then paint the ceiling and walls arrived early this morning. Two hours later he’d done the repairs and painted the ceiling — he’ll come back tomorrow and paint the walls once the repair plaster is dry.
After all this kafuffle of redecorating dies down, you can bet that one of my stories will involve plastering and workmen and toolbelts. And the need for a massage. 😉