I'm not sure what it means when the best part of the day revolves around plywood.
Tom has had to help me with carting stuff for the booksale. I say "stuff" instead of books for the booksale because of the donation we picked up this morning. Many people have seen the newspaper articles about Phil's fire and the fundraising booksale. One person didn't quite understand that "booksale" meant sale of books and tossed in a lamp and vase and other unidentifiable stuff. Oh, well, if it sells, that's more money for Phil!
This is more or less the constant state of our living room now: boxes of all sizes with contents spilling onto the floor.
Tom is playing poker right now. Biscuits and gravy tomorrow morning maybe. Yum!
Project count suspended for lack of energy.
