I woke up so rested I figured it was noon. It was only 8:45, which meant it would be three hours until Don Lucho would be across the street with Peruvian sandwiches. I decided to use this time well.
Totally not sarcasm. I drink beer; I get sleepy. I drink whiskey; I’m doing.
Dick neighbor busts your fence.
Bam.
Weeds overtake everything.
Weeded.
Den looks like a war zone.
Well. Progress. Iterative improvements and stuff.
I have a floor. That’s a start.