It is Finished

Becca's room, that is.

Okay, things need to be tidied, but it's close enough for painting over by a trained professional.  Except that the lines that were drawn in in Sharpie of the dreamcatcher on the dormer ceiling have bled through, but that's not my fault, dammit.

And for bonus points, I threw out scads of long-expired (embarrassingly long-expired) food from the pantry.

There are cans in that box that could have started third grade by now.  **shudder**

Today, by God, I write.