It's so hard to post when even stepping in the house is sort of depressing.
We have holes in the walls, holes in the ceilings, plaster dust everywhere we turn. Jesse, the electrician and his assistant, George, are chasing wire all over the place so we won't have to live in a cave, but what they're leaving behind just makes us want to cry.
We'll be glad when it's time for the drywallers!
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