Some days of work, yes, but the fact of it was rest. Last night, a very clear dream perhaps suggesting the telos of the present place. For an inhabitant, perhaps a dwelling spot; for the traveller, perhaps the point of inflection. And indeed, at the end of it, I had made my way to the bottom of the fire escape. (Though it was a very amiable place; it certainly wasn't an escape from the flames.)
The work is progressing a bit more slowly than I had hoped, but that's due to its careful nature, I think. Will try to speed the plow as I head into the weekend.