In other very exciting news, our house (mostly) has walls. Walls! They're the type of thing you'd generally expect a house to have, but for a long time, ours hasn't. Now it does. Walls! They're still a little rough and ready, but they're there. You can't see through them. You can't walk through them. There's functional wiring and insulation and stuff inside. Walls! They have an amazing psychological significance. It actually looks sort of like our home, the place we remember,* a place intended for people for people to live in.
* Today, June saw the inside of the house for the first time since we evacuated. She has no recollection of it. We all call it "the old house." She calls it "the new house." We call it her "old room." She calls it her "new room." Ah, sweet innocence.