After what seemed like a really long time and a couple of trips out to his truck and back, he finished in the executive bath and tackled the kitchen sink. He took time out to tell us what a nice home we have (Puleaaase! It's a mobile home, it's not the Ritz!). On one of his many trips back out to his truck, he stopped to admire the pictures of our kids and grandkids on the walls, and the saber my stepson had mounted in a display case with an engraved "Thanks for the love and support, Dad" plaque when he graduated from West Point. (The whole time I was thinking, "cut the BS and get the job done, will ya!") His phone rang several times with what sounded like calls from his wife, with whom he stopped to chat. Then I nearly lost it when he stopped what he was doing to come into the livingroom to watch a particular item on the 6:00 pm news that interested him.