It is Tuesday morning, earlier than I'd like to be up. Thus I have not had time to recover my senses. We just had 6 cubic yards of dirt delivered. Foolishly, we took down the back fence with the high hopes our dirt pile could be close to our beds. WRONG! The dude tells me his truck is too heavy and he does not want to damage our driveway. So now our dirt is on the edge of our driveway, running into the street. To make things worse, 9news says the wind is at 23 mph. I'm so screwed. I wish Gas Monkey could come home . . .
Maybe whiny, lazy me should go get some Starbucks, as if writing a short blog wasn't procrastination enough.
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