And see ... the thing is ... well, now he's taking off the actual wall. Now the top of my house is open. And ... um ... well, those little windows up there? That's my room. Our room. Intrepid brother-in-law Mark is dismantling my house. Husband on his way home from work - two hours later than he should be - and I have a feeling he's going to be glad about this! I will be too - prob'ly - someday. But right now, every time there's a stubborn nail, the whole house quivers as it's removed.
Are these house shivers signs of joy? Or is the whole thing coming down around my ears?