Did I mention that there are five men on our roof, three trucks and a bin in our driveway, and our car at the mechanic's as I write this?* It sounds like the shop class from hell. Realizing, one apothecary bottle too late, that anything made of glass had to be removed from the window sills, I have now hunkered down in front of my canvas and am trying to breathe like a yogi and think calming thoughts.
I can't think of any. Please send some.
*Did you ever see the Gary Larson cartoon of a bear husband being greeted at the cave door by his furious bear wife (the telltale apron), who is standing with her paws on her hips and saying "A likely story!" Your eye moves further right to see that he has a tag in his ear, a tracking collar, a big number painted on his back and a hypodermic sticking out of his rump. He came to mind today.