Another day shut in behind plastic sheeting. I have to admire Ms Bella's determination; she somehow snuck up on the porch and devoured her breakfast while the men were elsewhere. I'm just not going to be able to water until they are finished, and the backyard will take a good going over for paint wiped on the grass, orange peels (second crew of workers to enjoy the oranges; I just wish both lots would get rid of the peel somewhere other than on the ground), and general bits of trash. Luckily the dog puts up with being taken out on the leash past the crowd, and with waiting till walkies to go out again. She's a sweet dog.
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