Rodney the HVAC Guy is wreaking havoc in the garden. Nothing strikes trepidation into my heart like the sound of a Sawzall at work on my property.

The concept of operations and operational plan died on contact with reality, as so often happens. We had planned to move the air-conditioner to a vacant spot along the foundation, beside the other basement window on the west side of the house. Not happening. When Rodney and his henchman opened the bulkhead running along the basement ceiling, they found, instead of the skirting board they expected, the concrete beam and steel joists that support the fireplace. So now the air-conditioner has to stay in its original spot, at the corner of the house where gas line, the internet cable and a drainpipe from the eavestrough are also located.

So now I must rethink the installation of a rain-barrel that Himself has been harping on for two years by my watch. I'm thinking flexible tubing ...

Crap.

At least it's not raining, and Rodney will also clean the furnace and install a humidifier.

And did I mention it's not raining?