It’s Friday and I’ve had a long week. Coming home to an exploded street isn’t a recipe for improving my sunny disposition, but having three hard-hatted workers follow me into the house on my heels, discussing vociferously that they must take CO readings in spite of all the meters they’ve installed–and the more that Bob in his infinite preparedness had already installed pre-explosions…so now they tromp around…hm, right up my back as I write this. Lovely.
Happy weekend. Yes, the house passes, apparently. And this bit of public works torture may someday, as well.
