I hate plaster

More than that, I hate what it does to my poor husband. We went over to the house tonight and worked on the last room to still have plaster walls, the kitchen. It was quite an encouragement that one of the walls had already fallen down of its own accord! :) But it is dirty, tiring work pulling down the plaster and hauling it to the dumpster and Mark is doing most of it. He is just worn out. Please pray for him to have the strength and energy he needs to finish this, and that I will be able to carry as much of the load as possible.