I think it's clear that I'm the least handy of the Barry men or women. Maybe that's why I'm overly proud of last weekend's project. Sheila and I (but hey - it was mostly me!) insulated all (OK, almost all) the ductwork in our basement. It took about 16 hours total and it was very dirty work. 
One of the ducts even had a gap in it that I couldn't close, but I was able to triple-wrap in insulation. There was a lot of old tin up in the floor joists that was hard to deal with and I got a nice thin painful tin cut on my fingertip -- it's like a paper cut to the power of three. Very painful, especially when later in the night it was exposed to some high-grade gourmet salt.
Here are some photos to show you how authentic I am at this rehab type of stuff. Notice the cool headlamp that I borrowed from Erin, who used it on her dogsled trip. Also notice the risotto and sausages I made for dinner Sunday night after I finished the duct work.
And yes, the house is a little warmer and the basement a little colder.
