Love in the time of goose-eggs

We've been having a wonderfully productive Labor Day weekend. Saturday morning we bicycled to breakfast with Sara, then I had rehearsal and Adam and our friend Smee started building a stand for Smee's new aquarium. Saturday evening, I put books on our new bookcases, and then there was a huge storm and our power went out for most of the night. That put an end to the construction project, and then Adam fell asleep on the couch before I could find a project that we could do with no power. On Sunday, we hit Menards and Home Depot for a new drill and more construction supplies. Then I shoved books around some more while Adam and Smee finished building Smee's stand. (Right now, they're out building the stands for Adam's aquariums.) I joined them in the garage to witness the new drill in action (ooooh) and to help cut some plywood. Once they finished with the stand, we took some time to clean and organize the garage. Which led to not only today's title, but also moved one of our intended improvements to the top of the list. Right now, the attic of the garage is accessible by a ladder that you pull down from a hole in the ceiling, and then climb up. The ladder itself is not secured to anything at all. On our project list, we have down, "Replace garage ladder with permanent folding stairs." After we dropped the existing ladder on my head, we decided that was a more important project than we had previously thought. Ow. The swelling has gone down now, but there was quite the lump for a while. We're both just thankful that it wasn't worse--just a lump, no bleeding or concussion. Poor Adam felt so terrible! He finished in the garage while I took lots of Tylenol, and then we decided that we couldn't face cooking and went out to eat. Which just goes to show that nothing can kill my appetite. Speaking of which, isn't it dinner time?