Five nails hammered, excess paint scraped, milk in the fridge, and the house becomes our home as I type. Now if we could only get water pressure in the shower (there's the matter of a curtain, both for the shower and my back window, but I kind of like the open-air effect).

How else did Mike Work spend the day? Doing some work on note transcription/prepping the Systematics manuscript, taking the shelves back to the old place/making a last run-through, and hanging out at Gilmore's for six in the PM. About nine people there throughout the day, burgers/brats, chips, beverages, ballgames, UHF/MST3K, good times.