Thar she blows. The door fills in as a test run for the new layout. And I expect to be frustrated again, as every time I post pics from this damned Mac, they can't be "clicked to embiggen."
In case you need some proof that I actually worked on this thing. Of course, that might not be me. And lookee dat, it embiggens. A close look shows many large rocks hiding in the shadows back there. It's where I keep them so I don't hear them when they make this sound: "Andy, you gonna do something with all those rocks you took half a day off from work to pick up from some dude in an alley?" It's a terribly annoying sound.
Poly still fresh, still very shiny. Not like me.
A detail. Hardware needs some cleaning up. Exactly like me.
And there she is. Now, who we gonna get to finish that trim? What's that honey, you say his name is - hey, that ain't cool.