Ceiling 2 -- the plaster strikes back

Not literally, no structural collapse or anything. Knock on wood.

But the sequel, actual finish coat of paint, Shall Occur this afternoon, after Wife leaves for work and the world warms up enough for open windows.

And then we can reclaim the space for its intended function.

Words happened this morning. Sort of like "shit happens," but then this _is_ first draft I'm committing. My forensic mage still tastes the signature of Albertus Magnus clinging to the back of his throat. Or maybe that's his backbrain screaming a warning, as he approaches his apartment . . .