Hurry up and . . . HURRY!!

’Member how I said the roofer told me it’d be two weeks or so before he could start a crew on our job?

He called yesterday afternoon.  “Sam, the job I was gonna start that crew on fell through.  How ’bout we start on your job this Monday, instead?”

So I spent part of today rounding up quotes for a portable storage unit, and in the morning I’m going to tell him to raise the lightning rod mobilize his crew.  Which brings me to the next point.

We gotta empty the sewing room and M’s room, and could use more Warm Bodies* than just our own to do it—and the Indian electrician may not be available.  (You know—the Indian electrician, Many Hands.  Many Hands make light work.)  Depending on what the roofer tells me about scheduling, we need help sometime between this weekend and next to get stuph carried to the POD.  There may be pizza and bheer involved.  (Note to BigFun attendees:  yes, I know BigFun is this weekend.  No, I’m not fool enough to ask that you skip BigFun.  Farther along, maybe?  Everything is gonna have to be unloaded from the POD into the house too, afterward.)

*A Warm Body is a man† with at least one arm and two fingers who can pick up something when he is told to.

†Or woman, as the case may be.