I knew for a fact hubby was getting better (see Prednisone) when he staggered into the garage to re-establish his Man Cave: the workbench and its associated components, the giant rolling tool chest and utility shelving. The Man Cave is filled with strange, unidentifiable gadgets and implements. They somehow magically appear whenever they are needed to fix something that is very wrong with the house but that of course I never noticed or imagined was in dire danger of collapse. Recent fixes have been the repair of some kind of strange hole up around the roof line that covers the lanai, some kind of loose wire in an outdoor landscape light, something weird with the light-sensing lamp post that occasionally requires banging to get the light bulb to turn on and the replacement of a "low class" hall ceiling fixture that I honestly thought looked just dandy. In the "honey-do" list - compiled by the "honey" and not by moi - is the adjustment of the air vents so I won't say "I'm freezing" whenever the AC kicks in and the installation of a whole house surge protector.
Hubby is contemplating waiting on the last project until Scott arrives next month. It will be like old times he thinks and of course it is never too early to introduce Carter (he'll be 4) to the joys, the wonders, and the secrets of The Man Cave.
:-)
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