Updates.
The roofers [1] finally finished whatever they were doing to the roof on Thursday. Rob [2] got out of the hospital [3] on Saturday. The chrysalis [4] is empty, so I suppose the flutterby popped out (or eaten, who knows). Just then you think things return to normal I find a flat tire on my car.
And the spare is flat.
Wake me up in 2003 please …