Delivery day for our home is now Wednesday. Apparently the trucking company is squeamish about access. Mike and Cliff are sure it will be no problem. I don't get to be there to watch.
The window hasn't arrived. The washer, dryer and dishwasher haven't arrived. There's not a lot to be excited about at the moment. Who knows when the woodstove will get installed? Bah humbug.
Mike is picking up the wellhouse pieces at Fawn Lake this morning, and I guess that'll be the project for the weekend; assembling and insulating.
I'm here, wishing I were there.