So the big white pickup is jammed into the driveway and the big black air compressor is roaring on the deck and the two guys who make using enormous power tools look easy are dismantling stuff.

Big stuff.

Like my bedroom.

Which means the entrance to the house is an obstacle course:

And the study now holds a bed, which the pets have decided is the only safe place to be. And since everything in the bedroom and bathroom is now everywhere else in the house, this vase of sweet peas has become inordinately important in that it could be all that stands between me a prescription for Valium.