1. Wake up to your dog taking a crap on the floor next to your side of the bed.  (Not so bad if it’s on your wife’s side and she has "eminent domain" on the cleanup).
2. After cleaning up dog-poop go to the kitched to brew coffee.  Take coffee and paper to the family room only to find that the wet blobs of sheetrock are falling from the ceiling thanks to the persistent leak you get everytime it rains more than three drops in an hour.
3. Sit there looking at your wet ceiling wondering why the repair guy couldn’t come last week instead of this or next week.

If this is any indication of how my week is going to go, I might want to stay in bed for the duration.