Right now, this very second, there is sawing and hammering and thumping and shaking and the shrieking crash of huge chunks of wood falling from the deck. And even though it's all for the best in that the deck will be stronger and comfier and cozier, and these men are here because I asked them and am, in fact, paying them, the chaos and the change and the noise and the change and the disruption (and did I mention change?) make me feel like this: