D.O.P.-T.

The workmen didn't leave till after 7:30, because they couldn't get the a/c working (turned out to be the thermostat), and testing that involved a bone-chilling draught. Several of the vents are under windows with long net curtains, so there's fluttering when the air comes on. The cellar is quite transformed with big wide ductwork and embedded controllers and who knows what. There is no longer room for a hydroponics installation and examining some of the piping under the house will now require limbo-dancing skills. There's a lot of spilt grit and I don't have a shop vac. For that matter I keep finding more grit and little bits of wood in the carpet in the house itself. And the poor dog is very sad, I hope I can regain her trust.

Monty and Prudence appeared, and got fed. Monty had the wit to stay in the back doorway, but Prudence twice ran towards the open cellar door, despite the men banging around down there. I've checked for her down there this evening in case she snuck in; I really hope she turns up at breakfast time like she did this morning, so I can be sure she isn't trapped down there.

But the house is warm enough again that I briefly felt a bit overdressed. Should be able to ditch the turtlenecks again for a while.