I guess you could say our ‘suburban renewal’ project is well underway.

Presently, there are only two rooms in the house that are habitable: my office, a 10 X 11 room I’m presently sharing with four rabbits (Cosmo, Little Half Pint, and the Ginger / Geronimo tandem), and our master bedroom and bath, which Tracey is sharing with three rabbits (the Little Bitch and the Beastie Boys). The rest of the house is barren, its floors stripped, the windows wide open, dust everywhere.

The team of workers that arrived on time today were extremely efficient and well-prepared. The first thing they did was unload all the tile from their truck into our garage. Next, it was moving all the furniture out into the garage. No muss, no fuss.

Then the fun began. A guy with a huge mallet started attacking our ceramic tile kitchen floor like Barack Obama going after the insurance companies. Tile and dust started flying everywhere. Two other guys started ripping the carpet and the underneath padding up. The rabbits, of course, weren’t crazy about all the noise and commotion, so my job was to hustle them into the bedrooms left for the very last.

After the carpets and padding were removed, the cement floors were scraped clean of sediment while the smashed tile in the kitchens and baths was swept up. The dust began to settle. And settle some more.

Tomorrow, the first tile gets laid. Everyone – animal and human – has had a long, stressful day, so its off to bed (in my case, the floor). Tomorrow, the boys return at 8 AM for a long, hard day of physical work. Believe me, I cherish the fact my job is just computer work and dealing with unhappy clients!

It could be worse, of course.

…I could be Barack Obama being lectured by Jack Webb on Dragnet.

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Pool temp: 59 degrees