Also, as I was stretching canvases, the electric stapler failed, beyond my meager abilities to bang it on things and wiggle around inside with a screwdriver attempting to fix it. So, I had to stretch canvases with the hand-powered stapler, and now my hands are screaming in pain and agony. If I ever stretch canvases again, I'm getting better tools.
But the client was wildly, wildly happy with the results and wrote a fat check, and the Internet is back, and I'm going to have a cold delicious Coke to wrap my blistered hands around, so that's all good.
(ETA: Also, our trip outside may be totally screwed up, since we had tickets on American into and out of Chicago...)