Nope. Not a lick of progress.
I needed a place at which to eat, so I moved the ill-fitting antique table back into the kitchen, where it offends me daily by violating the plane of the window trim and window. And on which I bark my knees every time I sit down to eat.
The last piece of base moulding? Still not attached. I’ve not even contemplated buying the shoe moulding, lumber for the cabinets’ faux feet or beams for the mini-Roubo island thingy. The beech backsplashes that I need to install on the non-sink counters? Still sitting on my bench at work, in unprocessed board form.
Most of the tools, the air compressor and empty hardware and appliances boxes? Still in the dining room.
Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
Lots of travel, a conference to plan, a dissertation to write, freelance manuscripts and a magazine to edit…I’m simply swamped.
But it’s all driving me a little nutty. I want to be finished…if only I could find the time.
There is, after all, a third-floor bathroom that is in need of a total gut job. Fun!