There's a hole... .
An old children's song goes, "There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza," to which Liza answers, "Then fix it, dear Henry"; the song goes on with questions and answers, finally finishing when Henry, needing water to wet a stone to sharpen an axe, is told to get water in the bucket and the song starts again. Well, at this house there is a hole in the roof. That is Justin standing beside it. This morning there was a dormer there with a large fan in it. The fan will be replaced in a gable, but right now there is a hole in my roof, dear Justin. The fan had been blocked off by earlier residents who wanted to be air-conditioned all the time, but I love using it in fall and in spring into the early summer. The thing is a monster, and it pulls air through the whole house. The switch to it looks like something you should throw to light a factory.
This too shall pass- the weather will warm, the project be finished, the outdoor work will call. All is well.