.. and much too cold to get out of bed. Forty-two degrees and thirty-three last night - first time this year Pretty Boy has asked to come in in the middle of the night. Supposed to get to sixty-three today so if there's no wind a perfect day for continuing to clean up outside. We shall see.
To be continued:
Well, three espressos and back to sleep - has to be some kind of record. Three phone calls - another record - one asking if I'd let a couch surfer I don't know stay in the airbnb room for a night. No. Another wondering if I'd be home so a book I'd asked about could be dropped off. Yes. Last one from a would-be neighbor telling she was unable to keep the house and would be moving out. Hate to say sad, under the circumstances, but sad.
Any outside work? Hahahahaha.
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