On any given day, seeing a huge hole in your floor first thing in the morning is usually a sign of bad news. Extremely bad news. Crazy thoughts start rushing through your mind like, “Is there a gator infested swamp down there,” and “I guess I’m finally getting mine,” or “What happens if I fall in?” These types of worries are natural, under the given circumstances, well at least that’s what Google said, so I don’t feel so bad.

Fortunately, when I noticed the hole in the floor of the Museum today I didn’t feel anything like the description mentioned above. I felt alive and ready to face the day, because that hole in the floor meant that work started on the new elevator. Yay! Finally!