Building a Fence

So I'm in the process of building a fence.  Actually, I'm in the process of thinking about building a fence.  First, I need to finish clearing the fence line area.  This will include digging and getting rid of prickly brambles.  I need to cut up a few fallen logs.  Then, we have talked about starting a bonfire, but what I really want to do is rent a huge chipper and make my own mulch.   I am also going to have to rent a post hole digger.  Oh, boy, this will be fun.

So I was at home, having finished dinner, fed the cat, and washed the three dishes needed for pizza (plate, glass, and knife for cutting the pizza where two pieces still clung together when the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Mr. Washington."
The voice sounded young.  A student?  "Yes. . . ."
"We weren't sure you were gonna be home."
Philly, my cat, stopped purring.  I began scratching her chin again.  "Well, I am home--"
"Good."
"--and I was getting ready to read."  Actually, until that moment I had been contemplating picking up the remote.  "Say, how did you get my number."
"You don't want to know."