
So, beginning from the stud walls that formed the tiny room, I carried all the many, many boxes and lard/storage cans from the pantry and deposited them in a rag-tag pile in the middle room space that will one day contain the fireplace and sitting area. Then, Tom (or some bald man - we'll assume it was him) attacked the hideous job of insulating the walls and ceiling. (Insulating is NEVER fun.)
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