Workbook

It occurs to me that there's a book I should be working on.

The house is mainly moved. Down to the elliptical machine and the gardening table on the back porch. Then I need to clean the shit out of the place.

Cleaning can happen later. I'm tired. I want to sit in bed and read.

Phone, internet, and cable are, I've discovered, a bundled deal, meaning I won't have any of those things until Saturday.

Fun.

Am also down to my last $37. I'm really not sure how that happened.

Fun X 2.