Ta-daa!

Friday morning, there was enough light again to get a picture of the non-
finished product.

Arnold sent Mr. B out on Thursday to get some brown paper and tape, so everything could be protected -- but I persuaded them to hold off until I could pick Robert up at the airport and bring him back for a glimpse.

I think they understood the implicit problem: When Robert arrived, the scene would have looked like Christmas morning with a 3-year-old
if they'd wrapped it.

Even so, with any luck the wraps will come off Monday when Mr. Granite comes calling with his tape measure.