You have your hands full. Let us send Gluon up your way--he can at least whirl through the back lawn (okay, okay, it'll be singed down to a scorched earth look, but it's that time of year anyway).

You might want to hire someone with goats to do the front lawn, just to avoid the embarrassement of the fire department having to come put it out, were Gluon to work it over.

I hope Pat has her repaired (or new) glasses by now. I think I'd go nuts if I couldn't get out to do anything AND I couldn't see to sit quitely and read.