Go West Young Man: I've decided to push around the octagon and leave the dome for last. I mean more than likely six one way, half a dozen the other, still, it seems better in terms of the work load. This spot in a way, represents the place where "stuff" is pushed back and called progress, or at least the construction process moves forward. I move forward continually sorting into new piles. Like a great wave of past accumulations being pushed forward by the force of the construction. Even the grandbaby can walk in the completed sections that make up the wake of this wave. Still, there it is, trying to organize, finishing as I go, fighting the urge to become too fixated in one spot, moving forward. Slow sure, but still forward, some what like an ant. This will be the family room, the den, maybe a TV, socialize and reading room, well maybe the dome for a reading room. It has nice light from the large glass windows on the left and will be near the bedroom, even the hope of a greenhouse jutting out from those large windows, gleaned from a massage parlor in Atlanta. This is the front line of construction!