In Karens new room, the closet door needs to be reversed because of the "artwork" that won't scrub off. The closet light needs a new pull switch and the entrance door striker needs to elongated to make up for the shifting house.
But, if I can't even stand where I need to, I won't do it.
I also found two coffee cups and a glass of evaporated cool-aide that I'd been blaming Thing-2 for. I guess it's just the ....ambiance of the room that lends it's self to hoarding kitchen utensils.
Thing-2's room needs the door latch roto-grinder treatment, too- but she's not too concerned about the dogs nosing their way in any time they want; so that's on hold.
The photocell in the carport needs changing, but I loaned the big ladder to the neighbors.
The lawn needs mowing, but it's still saturated.
The trucks need an oil change, but the grass is wet.
I have as much of the workshops flooring down as I want to go right now (the crooked pier and beam base and the square joists) because I don't want to drop plywood and have it rained on until I'm ready to get some cover on it.
I'd go to the range, but don't want to get eaten up by mosquitoes.
I'm just spectacularly unmotivated this week-end.
UPDATE
Joe Biden.
Those Libs love a loser, don't they?
I thought St. Barry was supposed to be the smartest negro in America.
But, then I'm not nuanced enough to understand how adding a 30 year D.C. insider is advancing *change*.
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