No construction. Just stringing cable and wiring through the suspended ceiling in my room. The time to enter my zone of contentment arrived. To mark the occasion, a layer of ceiling dust and debris was sprinkled generously around my room.
Not that my room couldn't use a little dusting. But ...
I have now vacuumed the surface of my room, my bed, moved it back into its spot and it is my hope that I don't wake up covered with a layer of renovation dust.
Not that I haven't been wearing a little dust to bed all week. But ...
I'm just tired.
I must rest my head upon my dusty pillow and rest up for the weekend ahead.
It was still a very good day. Perhaps a small taste of what is to come. But a good day all in all.
P.S. Our kitchen cupboard paint color is called "A Place of Dust". Honestly, there could not be a more apt name for our home at the moment. I often wondered what I may call a Bed & Breakfast establishment if ever I owned one. "A Place of Dust" may have just hit the Top Five.