My sister asked me if I thought I'd ever finish my house. Yes, hopefully, before I die. My mother says I should have put a sign up--"Under Construction." Right now I'm painting furiously. I try to do a litle each day. Paint cans are everywhere. Exterior and interior. Oil-based and latex primers, enamel, ceiling. I got it all. Ladders, plastic sheeting, a joint compound bucket, sanding blocks, dropcloths, bare lightbulbs and outlets exposed. It's unpleasant to live this way, but the job cannot be rushed. Paint needs to cure for a month, especially on windows. I hope to finish the kitchen this snowy weekend.