The yellow part of the house is done. Finally.
And after that? After that I will sit in one of those blue chairs, possibly drinking a tall G&T, but most definitely with my back to those mismatched clapboards where the door used to be. That bugs me. It really does. It bugs me almost as much as the door not lining up with the sidewalk. I have neither the money nor the desire to do all the other stuff that has to be done before I can move the door to its proper place, so for now it will stay. And I will sit.