You know that feeling when it’s rained for two solid weeks and you have to walk through a just-plowed-and-planted Illinois cornfield, and your boots get more caked with black mud with every step?

The mud gets so heavy that you start accidentally leaving your boots behind. It’s exhausting simply to pick up a foot and make it take another step.

That’s where we are.

Let’s see if I can tell it the short way:

The drywall crew went above and beyond on 95% of the job.

They left the last 5% undone.

Instead of being immediately ready to paint, we have lots of minor cosmetic drywall fixes that need to happen first.

Matt would rather do those himself than hassle with the crew returning. But it means more delays.

The retrograde of adding drywall finishing to the list feels like yet another mud clod anchoring our rubber boots in the squelch.

We’re trying to remind ourselves of what the house looked like before the drywall crew started. What it looked like just a few months ago, with bare dirt! We are making progress.

We’re just really, really weary.