They tell me it looks worse than it is. They tell me a couple of more weeks and it will clear up and we can start to paint, garden and decorate.
I hope I can believe them. I will be happy to see the cement mixer go away, to see the floor tiles go in, to have a day or two of peace.
For now, though, we are buried. Buried in the process.
There is always a point of critical mass in a restoration project, and yesterday was it. Too many trucks, too many trades.
In the mean time, the existing rooms are coming along, and seeing their completeness calms me a bit.
Un passo per volta. One step at a time. If I could only remember that at 4 am.