Wonderful Reagan gave me a wind up toy. It hits his head over and over again. I hesitate to ask why this toy reminds him of me.
Tile on the first floor almost ready for grout. I will search for sidewalk chaulk in visitors' pockets before letting them inside. Hooligans. Those friends of mine. Hooligans.
Stucco with finish coat nearly done. They're really working fast again. Hopefully, it'll all be complete soon. I'm so ready for it all to be behind me.
Uh-oh, boo boo. No no. Not diagonal. Up and down. So all the grout joints will line up with the ones on the inside anal retentively.
Yes, like this. Good. That's more like it.
I better not find white foot prints anywhere.
That's not the moon. They're filming on my street again. Road blocked. Dammit. They need to film at my house. I need the money. That light shines all the way inside to my bedroom. I wonder what kind of circuit breaker that light bulb takes. A damned large one. Maybe that's why I can't get power to half my second floor.
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