Light in the attic

This was the view Thursday morning from the top of the stairs. The loft is subfloored, and the high louvered windows in front are gone, as is the front door. All the openings are ready for replacement. The're framed, the interior Tyvek is going up -- and the light is spectacular.

At this point, every day at the house is like a game of "find the seven differences." If you look carefully, you see the changes 24 hours have brought; if you don't, you miss 'em.

Two additions in the photo on the right, too: Steve (in the cap) and Jim have joined the crew. They both bring a lot of skill to the job.

I wish I'd been as comfortably dressed as they were: By the time I got to the house this morning my shirt was soaked through. It's getting to be that kind of weather -- middle 80s at least, and at least 90 percent humidity.

I've seen only two shirt-and-tie bozos in the last month, a pair of Mormon missionaries on Duval Street, bless their little hearts. Such a long way from Temple Square, and so close to paradise.