God it has been ages since I did a monday slash tuesday-type unsolicited soliloquy so here you go. Sawyers Bay has been pulling some dramatic shit lately with the end of winter looming; northeast boilovers, portentous cumulonimbus, gilded jesus rays, roseate mornings and ultramarine blue hours. I know everyone north of the equator is bitching about the unrelenting heat; down here we're chilling between 5 and 15C and I don't hate that. No frosts (so far) to fuck up the emergent aloe flowers.
I finished installing the Idlehouse kitchenette last night and am just slapping a final coat of poly on that bitch, then it's just a massive clean up, compliance inspections and... more landscaping. We have a driveway now. I feel like Elvis.
On that note I will leave you and go the fuck to bed before the paint fumes induce me to produce lewd couplets. There'll be another lipstick review this week because I have a backlog to document before offloading some. Reasons- I have them. Shut up.