So I get out to the camp I'm doing some repairs at, right? Late yesterday...'cause of other errands prior. Some young cow-poke, next camp over, musta thought nobody would be suspicious is he (how misandric, hey?) put a pellet through each pane of glass on that side of the neighbor's camp. Probably a 30-year-old dude with hygiene problems now, my guess. That, or a bank executive, high-end pay, nubile wife, sassy children.
What was I going to say? ...out at the camp...oh! yeah, gull darn screen door on the front porch can only open about five six inches! Like to know the flight attendant who hung that screen door. I suppose if there was a fire you wouldn't allow some aluminum mesh to get in your way. Herman has been swinging by, drives in slowly, pauses...sun glares off the side window, but I know he's in the cab, scowling at me, checking to see that I use the access road provided and I don't encroach on his train car, fifty feet long. Got running water and a/c inside, Herman tells me. The farmer's in the field! Go the other way!
Went through the winter, no cold, but seem to have caught a summer cold bug. Woke up last night, early morning, coughing. Had taken some cough medicine before I woke up sweaty, just past midnight. Get up, go to the bathroom, open the medicine cabinet door. No cough syrup. Dang! Where'd it go? Remember there's another bottle or two or three downstairs, under the sink. So, I head down there, take my medicine. Sniffling. Ack ack. Fun stuff.