The thing. I would talk about it now. If I could use my words.

Oy.

After I've betrayed the revolution and become president-for-life, I'm gonna outlaw long weekends.

Yeah, I know. It sucks, but it's gotta happen. Why? 'Cause they're too much work, that's why.

I knew I was in trouble this morning, as soon as I got more or less vertical. I emptied the pockets of last night's jeans. In one pocket was a jackknife and a pretty rock. I don't know why I pick up rocks, but I do. I can only assume that for reasons of his own my maker incorporated magpie genes into my DNA. Anyway, a little while later I stuck my hand in my pocket to get my knife and came out with a pretty rock instead. I'd put that in my pocket and left the knife home.

Like I said. Oy.

We got the Meadow House papered and wired, put in a couple of new attic vents, and completed two coats of waterproofing on M's Dome. Today around noon we all went to town for Subway, M and Landlady went their separate ways, and I went off to shit-shoveling. Just now got back.

I'm gonna go collapse in a heap now.