I love the smell of sawdust in the morning

The closet turned desk nook, she is done. New walls erected, skim coated, painted, shelving installed. Finis.

I think the severity and depth of my disease--this overwhelming need to be constantly fixing/painting/building something--has finally become apparent to G. When he saw the finished project he agreed it was an improvement and congratulated me on a job well done, but then added "We really have to find a way to buy a place."