Wait, that isn't it. But, still kind of silly. I was hoping last night would be an early one so I could spend some quality time with my laptop which hasn't been turned on in eight days. Alas, it wasn't to be. I only got 5 hours of sleep before I do my day of work, then 3-4 hour drive to Illinois to do more work and be with my honey.

MiL wasn't really able to help at first, so I managed to get the first sheet up without too much of a problem. Hard to screw in drywall while holding the edge four feet away and balancing on your toe, but somehow I managed. It wasn't perfect, but it was close. The second sheet, on the other hand, I screwed up for the original cut, so I moved it over and started it put it in when my uncle-in-law(?) UiL showed up to tell me that I did it all wrong. And proceeded to take it down, spend two hours doing it right, and then leaving me with the third sheet to do by myself because it was his bedtime. I had to get it done, so I spent another hour working on it before I could finish up for the night.

I managed to get it up and install a door. No frame and it didn't fit a prehung door (5.5 inches short), so I did the functional way of doing it. Screw it into the wall, install a 2x4 into the other side and make two 2x4 door stops so you can hold it together with a piece of rope.

I'm so proud...

... not really, but it is functional. It works. The ceiling isn't done, the walls aren't finished, I'm missing a large hunk of a proper door frame, but for the purposes of containing three pissed off cats, the room is more than done. So, in a thousand words, I give you this:

Just pretend it is a picture of a basement room with 15 year old flood damage, a brick baseboard, greenboard on the walls, 2/3rds of a ceiling, and a door that looks like the front door to a redneck's mansion. You'll get the picture.