YES. Made it. The little house was more or less done, so I am not writing this from a tent in a field. Which is a good thing. As it's cold and rainy here. But it was gloriously sunny the day we arrived. We almost went to Nice instead of Nantes -- stood in the Nantes line, and no one bothered to tell anyone that they'd changed the gate to Nice, instead of for the Nantes flight. NOTE: The announcements in Charles de Gaulle airport sound exactly like the teacher in the Charlie Brown specials. Even when they're in English. And even to the French when they're in French. If you are ever at the gate, just go right up to the gate personnel and verify that indeed they have not changed the gate on you at the last minute. We ran. And made it.
The only casualty was that my new spindle's shaft snapped. WAHHHHHH. I'm so so bummed. Heartbroken. I would be less heartbroken had I not given it a test spin before leaving. The thought of living without it and with a huge pile of delicious roving/top meant to be spun on it just makes me want to cry. Arggghhhh. But everything else arrived intact.
Anyway, more tomorrow. They still have to paint the outside window frames. Towel bars and medicine cabinets must be hung. Lighting fixtures need something -- a bare lightbulb hanging from a wire is ummmm not quite right. But this place will really be nice when all is done. Whenever that might be.