The carpenter stood us up last night. He told me that he'd be here around 6 PM to continue work on the disaster area formerly known as the living room, which has now become the repository for his air compresser, ladder, a bucket of stuff, and a couple rolls of insulation.
This is what we get when Landlord Man hires someone for whom home repair is a sideline business. At least we can hold the guy's stuff hostage, if need be.
