You've got four lines of prose. Write a scene that takes place: in the lunch room.
We now have steps leading up to our front porch. No actual, proper front porch yet, but we have steps! And the frame is in place, so hopefully we'll get some decking on it tomorrow - assuming we managed to connect the porch to the side deck without any unexpected issues appearing.
And then we'll just have to do the last bit of railing and we're done!
At which point I should probably share some pictures of all this work we've been doing.
Look at those slackers, wandering off with their pathetic brown paper bags full of homemade crap. They'll probably spend the next hour blathering on about reality TV shows, celebrity gossip, and their precious little families.
Who has time for all of that nonsense?
My lunch room is my cubicle.