Voila!
John worked very late into last night, because that's how he rolls (paint). And we got a not-too-late start today, so we finished up enough to put the room back together mid-Oscars. And by "we" I mean John, though he says I helped. 
There are still some things to do. The windows are not entirely painted; the interior frames need finishing. The picture rails need painting. The door needs taken down, the hardware removed, and the whole thing and its frame painted. I'm sure when my dad comes, there will be all kinds of little touch-ups on it he'll want to do, because that's my dad. [Edited to say: Understand that my dad is not nit-picky. He notices things but would never say anything unless asked.]
The room feels foreign. The valances don't look right--the windows need entirely new treatments, like they've ever actually had a real treatment to begin with--and the walls are too bare.
But for now, this'll do. We don't have the time or the money for fancy around here; we're settling for neat, clean and fresh, such as we can.
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