*close to godliness.

Tonight the Woodside had a come to Jesus. It is an abject MIRACLE the Christmas tree came down, because we just haven't seen a clean-up 'round these parts in many moons.

Frankly I was beginning to fear for my life. It was all a matter of what would take me first—dirty dishes or dirty laundry. There was also the danger of being crushed beneath the weight of mismatched shoes and/or charity-donation boxes (the result of an attention-deficit-thwarted fraction of an earlier clean-up attempt).

But tonight, this



became this.



(Aren't those hardwoods pretty? It had been so long since I'd seen them.)

This



became this,


this



became this,





and this



became this.





Somewhere, my father is prouder than he was at my college graduation.