But the last of the construction debris is picked up, various things are in the backs of vehicles to be disposed of, and the pile of unread Chicago Tribunes is now contained in boxes where they can be used as kennel liner for Ruby in the future, since I no longer have a subscription. The first time I stepped out the back door and into the garage to go to my car, it was a shock.
If we can just get eight to ten boxes out of the place and emptied, Gretchen might be able to park in the garage next winter. She would like that.