cafegroundzero is catching up with his account on 43 things, and later going to work
Am sohhhh tired. Worked painting, taping, painting some more, sanding, sweeping, tossing trash, and more painting. Fumes. So. There you have it. I the tired poet, struggling just to read a few dictionary entries during break. Daughter had her birthday while I was still at work. Big six. Happy. Now eating cake.