Where did my post go?

I said something like: It’s still there. It should not be there, but it is. The reason it’s still there is because the large wrench was 1mm short of being able to grip the nuts. The oil is disconnected but the water remains to be done. The quarry tiles are gone, to aid removal of the range when the time comes.

Also gone is the under the counter fridge. The sitting room sofa is now in my workroom. The large pine chest is emptied but not yet moved.

We are tired.

Tomorrow is another day.

Published by Scattered Thinker

The Scattered Thinker is somewhat past her prime, but not yet in any danger of giving up. In the Inter-world, she is often known as plumbum, or sometimes as ulygan. In the Real Life, she goes by the name of Beth. Beth is a roamer. She lives in a motorhome and has a backup static caravan that serves as a bolthole if needed. Bricks and mortar are very much a thing of the past. Contact Beth if you would like to correspond with paper and pen.

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