So, last night Mr. Martineau was supposed to have beers at Mac's with a few law school buddies and I was going to work at the house. Alas, either a touch of food poisoning or brief bout with the flu kept him in bed most of the day and out of the social circuit that evening. He was kind enough to drop me at the house as I was determined in my quest to uncover the pocket door he'd discovered a few days ago. Prybar in hand, goggled, dust-masked and ventilator-ed, I knocked down a side-wall's worth of crumbling plaster and removed all of the wood lathing to expose a gorgeous six-panel wood pocket door. That was a couple hours worth of work. Then I hit the faux-wood panelling on the adjacent wall to uncover more of the lovely (um, sarcasm) plaster. It shall be permitted to remain intact until we have more permanent plans...but the exterior brick wall was peeking through a few of the plaster holes and giving me visions of an exposed brick living room. I'm not allowed to remove the crumbling plaster from the chimney either...more brick to expose...and it's driving me crazy. Like that mosquito bite that you KNOW you shouldn't scratch but it's just itching at you! I'll post plenty of pictures soon...promise!