The wheel squeaks

Decko and Dave were busy flooring closets in the den Tuesday. Roy was back painting shoe moldings -- little strips of wood to be placed along the regular moldings between the floor and the walls, to hide the joints. I was busy sweating:

Wednesday's my date for an appeal before the city's special magistrate, and I'm going to ask him to defer his decision while the legislative process works to change the HARC guideline that requires us to tear out seven of our windows.

Three possibilities:

-- He'll defer his judgment.

-- He'll rule against the windows for the record.

-- He'll be so dazzled by the original argument I submitted to HARC that he will rule that the windows can stay.

No. 3 is about as likely as him sprouting wings and flying from the courtroom in Old City Hall -- but it's Key West, and stranger things have happened.