the giant hole in the roof’s been cut, so the moonlight can stream in. the insulation is also in place, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference today. i know we’re not buried under ten feet of snow, but it’s been sweater-shirt-fleece-wool hat inside the house kind of weather. in fact its cold and its sunny, but there isn’t enough wind to make the famous “wind chicken.” maybe when the garage is finished we can ask the guys to put up hook in the eave.

as anyone will tell you, construction is hard work, and after handling a compound miter saw all day, there’s nothing like a bottle of chateauneuf du pup to warm your nose.