Saturday 3 August 2019

Moving to the arctic. BRB.

They took me out for breakfast. Tons of coffee. Broccoli and bacon omelettes and fruit and talk and ridiculous plans made. Futuretalk. Presenttalk. All of it was a bait and switch as the next stop was the lumberyard once again and now the wood is in the back and we have to finish the next part but then hopefully it's done.

Which is great. It's supposed to be forty degrees today.

But no cement at least. This is all edging and rebar and then she's done. I want to talk them out of repairing the gate today and spend the afternoon swimming instead.

I would cry but I feel spoiled for doing that after that massive breakfast. Plus instead of tears I think cheese would come out of my eyes. The omelette was very large and I ate it all.