So here is a peek at the tiles in the laundry room floor:

And a peek at the floor tiles in the downstairs bathroom:

And they painted the trim and siding on the outside of the house:

Note how I'm NOT giving you a peek at anyone working on the house on Sunday when we stopped by after being at my parents' for the weekend.
Keep in mind that they have always worked on Sunday throughout this entire project. Keep in mind that we need to move in by November 30 because we've given notice and there is a new renter moving in Dec. 1. And remember that our house is really not anywhere near a point where we can move in and be vaguely comfortable.
So you can imagine how high my blood pressure got at about 2:30 this afternoon when we pulled up to the house and there was NO ONE THERE.
And so I called our contractor, which I have only done once or twice before because I'm not always as diplomatic or as sweet or as patient as one might want in these situations.
He said the workers had taken the day off.
I refrained from blowing a gasket, but informed him that was inexcusable, that he'd better get his butt in gear because we needed to move in Thanksgiving weekend, and that we continued to be disappointed by the progress on this project. He said that he would start moving in fast forward, to which I said that he should have done that months ago.
I'm hoping that he feels good and guilty now. We shall see.