I’m up. Not a happy person today, after some obnoxious text messages during the night.
I know what he’s doing. It’s wearing on my nerves.
The local Walmart is remodeling and it is really a mess to try and shop there. They do most of the work on Graveyard, and are usually in middle of hugh messes by the time I waltz in before the sun is up.
It’s a Walmartian obs-tackle course.
It’s a shame you can’t take a cup of coffee, set up a lawn chair, and watch the freak show. I think there’s an unappreciated suburban-tourism economic opportunity there ...