Hold Your Breath

It looks like I am getting some steps into my barn. Matt, who has told me for years he is no longer a carpenter, decided he will be a carpenter long enough to build a little staircase. Now I can avoid walking through the animals if I need to, and can get stuff into the barn without going through the milk room. I'm trying to be supportive. The steps will be wonderful. He plans to put a roof over them before the winter. The avalanche of snow sliding off the metal roof would crush the steps.