
All the rooms are shaping up. I can see where we're going to sleep, and the bathrooms, and where Rambo will first slobber on me when I'm just leaving to go to work, and where he'll slobber on me when I come home from work. Look at all those walls.

Here's a view from the front/left of the house. That pile of wood at the bottom of the pic is the roof. If they put those up tomorrow, I may just have heart attack. The good kind.

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