While drinking beer in the downtown market square yesterday, I received a phone call from Tony, my favourite carpenter. My basement windows have finally arrived from the supplier, and he wants to install them next week.

Well.

That means moving most if not all the items stowed in the Glory Hole to the garage, along with the contents of the three-section IKEA shelving unit on the back wall of the rec room. I might also have to empty about half the wine storage.

An athletic job, to say the least, so I think I should recruit the in-laws. Fortunately, the basement is chilly on the hottest day.