Moira Rose remains deeply, spiritually offended by the noise. She’s getting through life on calming treats and bacon. Annie continues to be mostly unbothered, but still requires occasional chauffeur service so she doesn’t walk straight into a barricade.
Our entire front porch is now one giant window delivery. Installation has begun, the roof is going on, framing is wrapping up final details, and the fireplace is being installed. Half the house is without power at the moment, so we’re operating in a sort of medieval candlelit ambiance… and the doorbell doesn’t work for the many, many deliveries showing up daily.
I took advantage of Black Friday sales and ordered the longer lead-time furnishings now. (Side note: several retailers quietly raised prices before putting things “on sale.” I see you. I have a spreadsheet. I know.)