I was going to host Easter dinner at the new digs in Bozeman, but contractors filled the house with noisy equipment on Saturday, rendering the house unliveable.  The kitchen is inaccessible because there are huge industrial fans aimed at the ceiling.  Three of the four bedrooms upstairs are unreachable because the washer and dryer are blocking the hallway.  Those appliances were moved there because there are fans up there too, blowing the sheetrock dry.  The carpet is ripped up, exposing the tacks to little feet.  They think that the work of ripping up floor and fixing walls and ceilings will be completed by Friday. 

So I’m staying in Butte while Jesse runs back and forth between Butte and Bozeman, taking care of the details of the fixing.

I want to track down the incompentent nimrod delivery guy from Lowe’s and throw him a blanket party.