Today was given over to dining room work, which my mother - apparently in a fit of self-flagellation - volunteered herself for. I'm quite glad she did, because I'd reached a point of inertia on it, knowing that the next step was sanding down the plaster and taping up the extensive woodwork in advance of painting.
Anyway, I'm a bit beat, but I promise a brief "photohistory of the reconstruction" in the coming days. Right now, time for a little well-earned ST:TNG season 2. Enjoy your Monday.