Nothing to see here, folks...

I got nothing today, except the fear of replicating the disaster of my Beeblebrox-as-Bush hypothesis. That's what I get for losing sight of the fact that this blog was built and stands proudly on a content-free foundation.

Of course, I could just be off-kilter because the painter showed up this morning, following a short five-week break, five weeks in which we've enjoyed the convenience of having our freezer reside in our dining room under the misconception that "I'll see you on Monday" referred to a date in, um, April. Early April. But I'll give him credit. He put in a solid two, two and half hours of labor before declaring that things were at a point where he could leave 'em be for a day. Or so. We'll see.

And now there's a crew of guys with chain saws and band saws and pruning saws swarming over the live oaks in the front yard, doing what should have been done a decade ago. The end result will, I hope, make the front of our house more inviting, at least to the point where we're no longer the focus of pre-teen dares to go ring the doorbell to see if a witch with one eye really resides within.

Said crew was four hours late. But they did, at least, hit the right month, so I'm not complaining.

Like I said, I got nothing. Later...

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