Some have suggested our home has gremlins.
How could anyone think that?
Still, contractors are back this week.
A ceiling beam has warped a little bit.
Hopefully, past tense is accurate.
The warping buckled the ceiling.
As long as Carl was up there, he decided to touch it all up.
It's actually a minor fix, but working with plaster is a dusty job.
So, it looks like a major construction zone.
I'm blocked from my kitchen.
That's not a problem, as Ben is in Ghana.
I ate breakfast in front of my computer downstairs...
I think this is the last "fix" on the house. Any takers on that bet?