DH subscribes to the policy of "things have to get worse before they can get better". That explains why the garage is a mess with tools, sawdust and empty boxes. It also explains why my freshly washed clothes had dry wall dust on them yesterday. Between work he is doing in the kitchen, the basement and the garage, things are kind of chaotic.
He's happily going about projects to make changes we want. I run around and try to clean up after him (currently, he's ahead of me).
Livable, yes. Done, no. But it will be (eventually)!  
