Relative Something

My living quarters are now filled with the distinct aroma of joint compound curing. It smells like progress.

One big improvement that probably doesn’t stand out, is the fresh ceiling in the bedroom. We are getting rid of the textured finish. It had accumulated 35 years of dust and smoke from candles, and had one bad spot that at the very least would have forced us to try to match the old texture after a repair. Easier, and cleaner, to just scrape off the texture and give it a clean finish.