The insurance company is sending out an inspector on Monday. He has to look at the area under the sinks, the fire place, the master bedroom. But all they really want to know is, will the dogs tear him limb from limb?

The dogs love company. And this guy apparently likes dogs, so I think all will be well. But I will clean the house some in the next few days. I hate to think of his photos of these spaces living in a file somewhere, documenting the lamentable state of my housekeeping skills.

You'll have to take back some of the stuff you stored here for a while. The old donkey engine, Rap, will have to go back in your yard or driveway, and Amos, you need to have someone come get this Mississippi barge you anchored in the creek. Maybe lift it out with a helicopter? And MMario, I hate to do it, but all of these starter tree ferns take up too much space in the sun room. You'll have to build a greenhouse at your house and stash them there for a while. I think your primeval jungle environment for all of the dino and auroch meat you grow for the Mudcat Tavern will still happen on schedule, but these were getting a little big for the house, anyway.

Thanks.