The house is full of a fine haze of plaster dust, and we're all just a bit whiter than we ought to be, really. I wonder if this is what being mummified feels like... I'd put lotion on, but I'm a bit worried about the atmosphere forming a gluey shell all over me. I suppose I might be able to cope with a limewash do -- Celtic bloodline and all, but I'm fresh out of woad, and haven't the space to brew up some more.
The workers found a paper wasp nest the size of a head behind the second ceiling, and, true to form for tough guys, they all kind of panicked, and came running for me. I don't know exactly what it is, but men just seem to understand that I'm the resident venomous insect wrangler. I got them the wasp spray, explained that there simply were no spiders this far north that would make an egg sac that big, and told them to clear out while I took care of it. *Snicker* They're so cute when they're worried about icky crawly bugses.
One of the workers had a bit of a (justified) meltdown when they all stopped for lunch. Seems the GC picked up some sandwiches for them, but only one didn't have pork on it. He's Muslim. Not a problem, you'd think, except the other two began eating before he got there, and the one sandwich he could eat was more than half gone. He protested the inconsideration, and the others either were genuinely ignorant about it, or just played ignorant, riling him even further up. I went into the kitchen and made him a pastrami sandwich, because I'm a sap like that, and I hate to just let something stupid go by like that without doing something about it. He took it, and he ate it, but it didn't really soothe his irritation much, given that the principle of the thing was the others' disrespect of his religion. I get that. But I do wish he'd at least said thanks for the sandwich...
Hilfy is being Velcro Kitty today. All the crashing and banging is just beyond her capacity to cope. I do wonder where the White Ladies have got to though. With the crew coming and going to the dumpster out front, it's not impossible one or another might have got out underfoot, but they seem to have been fairly careful thusfar, so I'm hoping the girls are just lurking underneath something at present, and not outside in the snow.
I'm also rather crossing my fingers that we'll not actually get any of the snow they're threatening us with today. My shoulder isn't all that sure we're going to escape unscathed, but I'm living in hope.
I'm also uniformly unable to work today. Too much with the distracty crashy bangyness. Maybe I'll paint instead...
Or possibly just spend the rest of the day washing my hands and face every thirty seconds...