Things mostly moved on some sort of reasonable schedule, modulo the moment when the twine started cutting through the piece of quarter-inch oak plywood lashed to the top of Sam's van. But since Katie decided to try to make scrambled eggs while Sam and I were gone, things at the house had not gone entirely according to plan. She hadn't succeeded in lighting the burner, but she had gotten eggs and butter out of the refrigerator, found a frying pan, put it on the stove, cracked eggs into it, and tried to light the burner.
Mostly what she did was turn on the gas. Which Gretchen, who was upstairs, eventually smelled. She came downstairs, turned off the gas, turned off the air conditioning, opened all the doors and windows, turned on the fans, and evacuated to the back patio with the two girls. I'm not sure at what point the pan full of eggs spilled onto the floor, but that just added to the general joy of the occasion.
Gretchen called just before we got home. When I ascertained that everything was more or less fine, I went out to the garage with Sam to cut boards and the oak plywood to the appropriate sizes. By the time that was done, Sam was exhausted and went home. It was five o'clock and really too late to take Katie to the pool, so I took her upstairs to play her Arthur video game (thereby getting her out of the way) while Gretchen cleaned up the mess.
I'd hoped to get somewhat further on this project. On the other hand, there's nothing that I can't actually do by myself at this point.
Which is good. :)