spent.

skunked!
a zero day at the tatblasting superstation can put a dirty dent in a decent day off.
no tattoos at all, ya'll.
hell,
the lone phone call we got was a wrong number.
i'm serious.
for the last decade,
the iowa heart center has put out a television commercial in the midwest
with OUR toll-free 800 number on it.
instead of theirs.
for ten years.
in a row.
seriously,
they never corrected it.
and so,
during a station break on 'all my children' or some other serial visual inane A-holery,
old ladies call us to inquire about their cardiopulmonary well-being.
and then the confusion sets in.
imagine the alzheimer's dementia fears when you find yourself talking to ME,
instead of to the representative whom the television just told you
is supposed to be standing by with more information.
yeah.
that was the big action for the workday.
lame.
i thought for sure that i'd be big-ballin' with deep pockets.
instead i'm deep doo-dooin' a 'buttery bag of doo-doo.
what?
yep.

new windows are keeping the cold out today.

the ever-present uncle steven-y construction continues.

these diabolical dumbwaiting dongs were hiding in the wells in the walls.

they dildoo-doo that up and down action ya'll.

window counter-weights might be pretty fresh.

one disappeared into the wall,

all mines of moria-type careening, it seems,

but without making too much of an orc-inciting racket on the way down.

of course,

much later in the evening,

it must've slipped loose,

because the crashing cacophony caused some incredible drums in the deep

to hammer out a double-bass double time tempo of destruction.

i'm not even trying to see what kind of wreckage resides within these walls.

if they could talk, ya'll,

they'd probably just laugh and name-call us for trying to fix the place.

a band-aid on a bullethole, yeah?

wrench-choosing knows no limits.

the weather is better.

the temperature is colder.

i don't know if i'm more broken than my home is,

or my house is, for that matter,

but i'm definitely more broke than i was earlier.

new windows.

delicious dinner.

days off with no dinero.

it's all still really happening.

really-real rural pre-winter preparations;

never quiet, never soft.....