painting

Morning, folks. The humidity is back, slamming into us overnight. I was talking to Shawshank when I felt it. We’ll close things up and go back to the AC before things start heating up again. With Mom sick for most of yesterday and it being a game day, we didn’t leave. Brian went out briefly…

Seriously, nothing better than an afternoon in an elevated state, sitting in the sunshine and getting angry at your paints.

Tales of poops and cats and can we really be certain that StressedRPh wasn’t involved with the Gabby Petito murder?