A Different Kind of CD1

This morning I woke up to a very clean house, with everything in order.  I came home to this - Construction Day 1:

The railing is down and the framing is up, along with all the plastic sheeting they’re using to protect my stuff.  They took the scaffolding and zip walls (I think that’s what they’re called – they’re using those in addition to the plastic sheeting to protect the rest of the house) with them, which I didn’t expect, but am grateful for, since it means a little less mess in the evening. 

So far everything is on schedule – but it’s also only CD 1.  My parents have already booked a hotel room for Christmas, just in case the construction isn’t done on time.  Not because they mind the mess, but because it’s awfully hard to pull out the sofa bed when my dining room table is in the way (they had to put it somewhere).