…banging and clanging and impact drilling and cutting continues: Garage door, day two ensues: looks like we're nearing the end, fingers crossed – on both mine and the builder's mental capacities: he said it was by far the most challenging garage he's ever worked on, which, I suppose, makes me feel semi-vindicated that I hadn't tackled it because it would have ended up being a tarp with velcro and even that's pushing it. Even the removal was more elegant than my crowbarring of one panel, not that that's difficult to improve upon, but the building team did it with aplomb.

Wait: I think I heard some beeping. Is that… the garage door rising by itself??? Oooh…

After wrapping up the morning, it's lunch and then more waiting around until K gets home so I can go mow my remaining grandfather's yard and finish weedeating of the bank from hell. Unless things take a surprising turn, ending the school year as I began, with another grandfather exiting, is not at all outside the realm of possibility.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.