The fence is waiting. Shoveling up wet kitty litter and replacing the washing machine while bumming services at Chez Morse took up the entire day. Along with the purchase and installing of a new dehumidifier only to kick the old one and have it begin to purr.
I haven't had any music since the John Roberts Concert. And there is a virgin bottle of Laphroiag staring me in the face. Just a few wet cartons left. But piles of soggy, smelly quilts and bedding. Wish I could afford to throw it all out.
Sorry for the thread drift.
Sorry I missed this again.
M