pleading the fifth.

uh-huh.
it's another monday morning,
presented in all it's fullest flippin' glory.
big deal?
no.
not really.
it does mean ther's only one sh!tty day
of doo-doo buttery tattbombing,
and then the woodsly goodsly worthy weekend is here.
mondays are pretty fresh, in that respect.
in fact,
we rarely get a case of the blue mondays.
up here in the white mountainous vale of Folk Life
it's far more likely to expect a blistering outbreak of thursdays
to cause a severe flare-up of thunderous fury.
but let's not dwell on that weak sauce.
there's seventy-two hours before that becomes an issue.
in the interim,
it's monday.
and it's happening.
i hope y'all weren't lookin' for any goats today.
because i'm fresh out.
*
neighbors,
sh!t is underway.
the mikes are here,
measuring dimensions,
and activating their expert construction skills.
we're closing in sections of homestead,
and reinforcing the Fortressy facing of our castle.
that's work, ninjas.
hard work.
i'm glad i'm not the one doing it, that's for sure.
mostly because i want it to turn out dope.
and that's their job, y'all.
*
the Fortress of solitude is what's happening.
well,
actually,
the Fortress of i-wish-my-dog-would-choke-to-death
is more to the truthful point of fact.
barking?
yep.
non-stop.
that's a side benefit of my wifey's absence.
a brutal case of canine anxious nervous awfulness.
it's the worst, kids.
it's like the sound of raw november reinstated.
no me gusta.
i'm here,
the story is developing,
the characters are fully-fleshed,
and the plot is thickening;
never quiet, never soft.....