Good morning. The sun is up, and the rain stopped at some point overnight. Schrödinger’s neighbor‘s car was in the driveway, indicating some activity nextdoor (but not necessarily proof of life). It looks like it might be an ok day.
The Florida DOT emailed to let me know the title transfer went through. I’ll go out this week and register the truck down here. The truck is the last major hurdle to deal with before I leave here. For some reason, the idea of moving to the middle of nowhere, in Canada, with a beachy licence plate absolutely tickles me.
Yesterday was pretty uneventful. Brian made Mom go grocery shopping. In turn, she declared she absolutely would not be walking across the parking lot in the torrential rain. I played Skyrim all evening. I bought a house. It’s actually my fourth house. Why do I need that many houses? I don’t. I just like the houses.
“You need to consider wildfires, if you leave in the summer”, Mom warned me last night.
Yes, Mom.
Today is Father’s Day.
Being a Sunday, I believe we’ll be over at the Confederate Compound for Sunday dinner. With it being a special day, there’s a card and gift for Brian’s dad. I’m pretty we’ll have some sort of smoked meat for dinner, and cake and ice cream for dessert.
Hooray for cake.
