Jen has been running all over creation this weekend in preparation for the wedding. Her sisters have been air-dropping in like the Special Forces since Thursday, getting their bridesmaid’s dresses fitted and altered, which is not unlike keeping control of a flock of third-grade students—their attention span is about as long. Hopefully, all will go well this morning, they will say their goodbyes, and she will be able to sit quietly in the backyard with a tall vodka tonic.

Meanwhile, I’m preparing for Ben the electrician, who will be hooking up all four thousand of the outlets I installed upstairs and wiring them into the panel. If all goes well, by lunchtime we’ll have electricity in three of the four bedrooms. This afternoon, depending on how my neck feels, I’m planning on resurrecting the lawnmower and taking a swipe at our yard, which looks like a science experiment gone wrong.