- The carpenter we hired just hitched his truck to the 25 foot trailer he’d left in our driveway for several weeks…and left with most of our money.
- There is a toilet in my backyard.
- I am alone in the house…and drinking.
- I intend on touching off a big fire shortly.
Holy crap? Nah; it’s just another day. The carpenter did a good job and earned his pay, the backyard toilet is refuse from the bathroom remodel (which is steadily approaching completion), the wine is excellent, and I’ve got a burn permit to dispose of a pile of gnarly dead wood accumulated in seasons when burning was ill advised.
Nothing to see here. Move along.