I had a series of consecutive work calls this morning that I took from Matson. I had intended to drop Scottie for grooming at the nearby Petco, but the poor guy repeatedly yelped after wrenching his already problematic leg by jumping off the car's back seat. I felt awful for him. It was heartbreaking. He seems better, but I felt bad not having considered that risk. I returned him to Panorama and went to Matson anyway. I got so much done while being active and on the calls. If I can get a few more days of this level of progress along with Sat, Mon and Tues efforts, we may be ready to cleaners mid-week next week. I got more done in the garage this evening too, but less than last night. I find myself stalled, trying to anticipate what's yet to be moved over. But I'll get there. The gardener came and replaced the sprinkler controllers and returns tomorrow with a replacement for the sprinkler that's leaking due to all the roots fed by its leak—such a catch-22.