I appreciate that I have friends who are willing and able to do projects for me, but I'm also glad to have my house back all to myself, dealing only with my own schedule and levels of tidiness.
Nearly everything on my lengthy to-do list got done, and we added a few things just so we could cross them off and feel more accomplished.
There were a couple of heart-stopping incidents. For several hours, it appeared Tom had accidentally let one of the cats escape when he opened the mudroom door. Of course, it was Jinx, the one labeled "feral" by my vets. I still have no idea where Jinx was hiding; he showed up the next morning.
And, Tom was trying to fix the handle on the storm door, because it didn't always catch when the door closed. At one point, after working on it for more than an hour, he announced, "It doesn't close at all now." I, apparently, took that badly since it was in worse shape than before he started (also, that wasn't on the list; he took it upon himself to "fix" it). I apologized twice for my unhappy reaction, although I think it was at least partially justified, since not being able to close the storm door is a problem.
The "good news" is that all I have to do is use a screwdriver to pop out the mechanism that is supposed to catch and hold the door shut -- Every Single Time I Use the Door. At least, I can close it.