1:01 PM. Backyard

Watching Graham during Mary's parent-teacher conference.

Mary left hose on. I turned off, narrowly averting massive flooding, garnering for self good-sized "I saved your ass" bragging rights.

Meanwhile, in one of the two soon to be four foundation pits visible across our back fence, some sort of mini-backhoe (yes I know I should know all the names) is squirrelling around, doing its digging duty. Graham must at all costs not catch on to this display of machine prowess, lest he should further drift out past the nap for which he is already late.