The new porch ceiling (now on the diagonal, under the roof) is now covered with 1" tongue-and-groove boards, a harder, longer, fussier job than I thought it would be. Something to do with the warp in the boards combined with the uneven rafters combined with having to teeter on a ladder. The rate of progress at one point was one foot eastward an hour.
The raccoon, now on top of the neighbour's porch ceiling, is being treated to cayenne pepper and CFRB in a renewed effort to persuade her to go away.
In other news (below) the Wuzzle enjoys a swing in the aftermath of a written-off attempt at a nap:


