At the gas station filling up pre rental return. This afternoon I’m taking his driver, Justin, to the airport to send him back to Nowhere, NC. He wants to move here.
Bob found a place to live in Mesa Verde with an old lady who loves dogs, regulates the neighborhood, and is a serious activist. That was quick and welcome! He’s so happy to be back. I have his new cellphone for whomever wants it.
Not only are messed-up cryptozoological comedy squid a sure-fire winner, but this means that I can now say “Squibbon!” to myself all day.
Folks I’m in hour 3 of a software build gone wrong and I’d like to say, especially for hotelsamurai: I WON’T WASTE TIME SHARING WITH YOU THE BITTERSWEET IRONIES OF WATCHING EVERY LAST CANDLE MELT DOWN LIKE A LIMP DICK INTO THE FIBERS OF MY CARPET. THE ENTIRE EVENING YIELDED ONLY AN ENORMOUS PUDDLE OF SPREAD-OUT, HARD BEESWAX.