For the past couple of weeks, I've been working on the outhouse, finishing tasks that remained after we bade farewell to our friends Shlomy, Britney, and Nehemiah. While it seems that winter should really be on its way by now, we've recently been treated instead to a few sunny, 60 degree days. I made the most of these unexpectedly spring-like afternoons to paint, paint, paint.

Painting is a pleasant, mindless task that allows me to get lost in my audiobooks. (On weekdays, when I work on projects by myself, I almost always listen to a novel. I'm not joking when I say that the Outlander series kept me sane throughout last year's house-building marathon.) In the case of painting the outhouse, I took a quick break from The Farseer Trilogy I've been devouring (so good!) to listen to Longbourne, which I also loved and finished in one day. Thanks, Elizabeth for the recommendation!

Besides painting, I've been doing dozens of small tasks like building a magazine rack, hanging a picture, installing my grandmother's antique spice cabinet, spray painting the toilet seat hardware to match the forged seatbox hardware, fitting the moon-and-star panel that Shlomy and I made into the dutch door, etc.

Speaking of the dutch door, Tyler and I recently hung it. By some wondrous miracle, we didn't have to do too much fiddling with either section of door to get the thing opening and closing properly. Nice work squaring the jamb Shlomy!

In the evenings after I'm done working for the day, Tyler sometimes musters the energy to tackle a bit of roofing. Other than installing the slate and doing a few minor tasks, our outhouse is basically done!

I have to say, it's a mighty fine place to poop.