tired. sore. but we have a set. Spackled. Painted. Put in conduit and electrical boxes. We have drapes (ugly ones, to boot!) over the window. The rug and chair, bookshelves with books, wall sconces, moulding, Francis George’s cabaret chair in place… It looks like a room. Dark, dingy, dreary, bleak… but that’s the idea.

8am to 1am. But it’s done (mostly).

By the way, a fun way to cut moulding is to let it hang out the window of the car and let it snap off from the wind in traffic. Right next to your face. That’s fun!

I just hope I can muster the energy tomorrow (well, today actually – lord! – less than eight hours from now) to direct.