Okay, so I’ve been working all morning, making slow but steady progress when I run into a problem: All the supports are straight, all the joists are level but it turns out nothing is particularly square to the building. Finally I lay out plywood both as an aid to getting the joists in line and because I need to use the front door. It’s noon, I’m getting really hungry and Little Bear – out of whom I have not heard a single peep all morning – probably needs a piss break.
…looks at me as if to say, “I knew it, the feared day has come. Daddy has gone completely off his nut.” Turns right around and slouches back to his bed. We can talk, he seems to say, when I have regained my senses. If I do.
I was finally able to coax him out onto the new temporary porch floor and down the stairs, but it was clearly against his better judgement – and I had to go first.