Mare called this morning, five minutes before my alarm went off, to say that he couldn't make it today. Darnit. I'm really looking forward to the day when I can shut a door and it stays shut. It's the little things in life that are truly important, you know.
Not being able to work on the doors today forced me to take inventory of the other unfinished projects and decide on something to do. So I started in on this again:
Yep. I scraped painted-over wallpaper off the walls in the front parlor. I'm pretty sure that scraping painted-over wallpaper off plaster walls is specifically prohibited as torture by the Geneva Convention...and if it's not, it should be. Ack.