A carpenter who worked on our previous house, Paul Keller, helped us haul out 30-year-old green shag carpeting and tons of junk, helped demolish the kitchen, and then took down the wall between it and the dining room, replacing it with a cased opening.
I always joke that Paul was like the handyman on Murphy Brown. He might as well have moved in. When the holidays rolled around, we were all so exhausted we could barely sit up. We had to do something to celebrate Christmas, so the three of us piled into the car and had breakfast at IHOP.