The good news is that the basement bones finally have some basement flesh to cover them. I'd heave a sigh of relief if I didn't fear inhaling some of the insulation that is hanging Sword of Damocles-like overhead.
The bad news is that it still isn't summer yet. Dang, it ain't even spring. *looks at watch, taps foot impatiently, burrows under flannel covers* Wake me up when it's 80 degrees, will ya?