Good morning
I have already spent a little time out back cleaning up ancient remodeling debris. Boy oh boy, is that a lot of fun. I itch. I'm overheated. And I'm pretty sure I smell like dog shit. Just another day, eh?
I have no idea who I am going to get this place cleaned up in time for my unscheduled departure. There is so much junk. Too much. Feel free to come get some rotted wood and sheet rock if you need any. How about some insulation that has clearly been inhabited by mice? Good times.