Holy madre de dios.
Remember the sock that was so tight that I had to frog it? How that was because I was so freaked out about the decorating project going on, complete with the most expensive wallpaper known to civilized man? I'm freaking out again. Here's how things look (please note: brown painted walls are completely and utterly not the plan) (see previously referenced wallpaper). The grayishness on the light fixture? Plaster dust. Which is coating almost everything. The plastic covering the door was placed after the plaster dust went everywhere. Nice, huh? Bonus which I only saw after loading the picture is the plaster handprint on the lovely hardwood railing. Those paint chips on the stairs? They're stuck in place. One discovers when one attempts to brush away said paint chips that they are, in fact, cemented to the lovely hardwood stairs.
Oh, yes, we do have water in the basement, and the dishwasher still isn't working properly and the icemaker's still broken and occasionally leaking water all over the kitchen floor, but, hey, dh is no longer vomiting. Even so, I am (perhaps surprisingly) having trouble counting my blessings, here.
Deep breath, and repeat to self: It will be beautiful when it's all done. It will be beautiful when it's all done. It will be beautiful when it's all done. Hm. I think the intensity detracts from the intended calming effect, here.
On the plus side, freaked out makes for very, um, efficient knitting. So I'm coming along nicely with the three main projects on needles. Time to cast on that shawl, taking care to bear in mind Franklin's admonition about the fiddly-ness of the beginning bit.