Wallbanger

This is Franklin, who I suspect has been doing drywall since shortly after gypsum deposits formed in the Permian Age.

He's working on the bathroom wall in the master bedroom, and to give you an idea of scale, the drywall sheets are 8 feet tall.

Scale started shifting radically this morning, as the walls started closing up. The upper photo -- from the living room -- won't be possible tomorrow. My see-through-walls superpower is waning, as is the light through walls that suddenly become solid.

So now I have to see more clearly through time, which is why I was happy to get Marc's quote on granite, and then high-tail it out Flagler to see Stacey at Southernmost Kitchen & Bath. We'll need sinks and faucets on hand for the granite man, and I ordered them today.