The lawn is recovering from the damage done by the foundation crew. Max the neighbour kid mowed it this afternoon, and it looks almost normal.

I have initiated the engagement of my friend Jane’s window-washer, who will charge about Cdn$350 to scrub down every window in the place, upstairs and down, inside and out, including screens and tracks. I can hardly wait.

The house is now just about ready for listing. The agent is coming on Friday.

I am sitting on the porch with a beer, listening to the lawn sprinkler and watching the birds enjoy it. Starlings and robins — they play under the falling water like city kids with an open fire hydrant.

On the health front, my weight has settled around 59 kilos, or about 130 pounds. When I last weighed 130 pounds, I was about 15 years old and had yet to finish growing. Of course, I have lost height — I’m now 167 cm tall, down 5 cm from 1974. My voice is not fully recovered from the bronchitis that hit me four weeks ago, so I squeak when I talk and can sing at only about half normal capability. But I feel fine … just impatient to get on with the Next Big Thing.