Tuesday, October 13th, Sheetrock delivered. Later in the day, while I was changing a couple of very last minute electrical items upstairs, Jen was marking outlets on the floor with a Sharpie in case they were buried and lost by the sheetrockers. I heard a tremendous crash, and then quiet. I thought "hmm, no one's screaming, guess everything is OK". Pure genius. Twenty seconds later I hear "Michael". But more like groaning than english. Jen had been trying to reach behind a leaning stack of sheetrock, and it had tipped and landed on top of her, badly bruising her leg and pelvis, and throwing her to the floor causing her to hit her head and pass out. We both felt like geniuses. Thankfully Jen was fine. Really sore, but fine.