Two down . . .

And Kenny to go.

Which about as much fun as waiting for the HARC hearing. Having having filed those papers Friday, there's nothing I can do about that until the event itself, Feb. 13. Maybe they'll give me a pre-Valentine heart.

As for Kenny, our HVAC man -- I'll ac-cent-uate the positive and say that he has not literally stabbed me in the back. Yet.

Chip, the pool plumber (on the left), and Denny, the electrician, were there on Friday. With all that hooked up, it's now up to Kenny.

This is the man who has, to put it very charitably, been inaccurate about his schedule to me -- what? A dozen times? Two dozen? He must get his -- my -- air conditioners up and running before I can order the floor wood. I hear the metronome. Start the music.