Can it really be true?

So, I can't believe I'm going to say it...but the contractors are gone.

How does it feel? Really really weird.

All their tools--gone.

Cigarette butts--gone.

Will they be pounding on my door tomorrow at 8AM? Nope.

See? Weird.

After a lot of unpleasantness earlier in the week they just came and finished up. Four days it took them.

The pocket doors dividing the bottom floor are in...and are actually built pretty well.
I was so used to looking at it as one big space I was worried about how I would feel about the separation--but I love it. It makes the front room really cozy, and defines the back bedroom as it's own thing.
And the shower in the basement bathroom is in as well.

Of course midway through the week we made them rip out all the tile and start over (after Todd realized that the tile inside the shower stall was attached to nothing but regular old sheetrock (ie not waterproof in any way)...but still it got built...and eventually built correctly.
Even the base is tile as opposed to a plastic pan.
Four days to build doors, walls, shower, etc. I can't believe we waited this long for it to happen.

Now the fun stuff begins...painting, details, closet building, cabinet hanging, moving (although I guess I should probably go to the old place and pack first).

We'll have to meet with them for the final inspection, and again to settle the change orders and finances...But they're gone. Really and truly gone.

What am I going to be angry about now?