Last Minute Construction is the name, pressure is our game. It was my husband’s turn for an early morning-right-before-the-drywall-crew-arrives epiphany. We had to tweak a bit more…like four more studs we inadvertently overlooked?
It was pretty neat. I got to go outside, crossing the driveway to the garage, in the snow and 21 degree temperature, with my wet hair and crocs-without-socks, in order to retrieve some 2 x 4s. Brisk and lively set the pace for the day. Of course, I could have worn boots and a hat, but we were in a time crunch.
Thankfully, the crew arrived an hour late. Thankfully, I had an appointment and couldn’t stay for the fun. I did return home to a cacophonous abode later and admired the progress being made. I think we successfully prepared the room for the drywall.
The next contractor will be that ever-popular-and-slow-to-choose-a-paint-color professional. She had better make a decision soon or I’ll have to fire her.