new fence

The past few days I've been able to crawl out the bedroom window and scootch between the new foundation and the fence to get a look at the back yard. Yesterday I came home and found a new fence mostly finished, and a little bit of framing. Progress.

I keep worrying, pointlessly, about the money. It will disappear, and I will tap into the line of credit, and then, job willing, I will pay it off. So why am I worrying? It's in the genes, I guess.