Though it does feel like life is trying to kill me.

Yes, I know. The very concept of life hinges around our inevitable deaths.

It awaits us all.

So what’s new…

Didn’t win the lottery, either of them. I could have done some remarkable things with the prize money.

A section of my fence blew down last night due to the wind storm we had. It took about a half-hour to get the thing standing again. A whole length of the fence fell over at my adoptive family’s house. In between getting the kids to classes and after school stuff I managed to dig 2.5 of the needed new 5 post holes. The fence itself is in decent shape so my plan was to just plant the new “METAL” posts right behind the existing rotted wooden stumps and shrink their back yard by six inches. The reason I chose to do the new holes along the backside is that the fence fell towards the front yard. Why make things more difficult than needed.

Like I said before, the fence as a whole still has some life left in it, and I didn’t win that lottery… either of them. (*Shakes fist at the lottery gods, Mega-Don and the elusive redhead Luc(k)y Balla.*)

What about writing?

I can’t wait for my sanity to retu-Dix-plak-9! [DOES NOT COMPUTE!]

I need to be left alone in order to write and that is just not happening.

(*Shakes fist at the covid god of bat loving fear-based sensationalism*)

What is the point of wearing noise canceling headphones if my son and daughter (and even wife) don’t stop tapping you on the shoulder needing something? My inept family members can’t even manage to pee into the toilet on their own without drenching the floor? And don’t even get me started on what my son has trouble with. (Yes, the before scenario has just enough plausible deniability between the two estrogen members of the household).

😛

Tootles all