We are expecting nasty weather for tonight and tomorrow. I have been chanting to the radar map at weather.com. I really want that wet stuff to some and make it too miserable to work outside so that I won't have to spend the day trenching and all that very fun stuff that comes with such an enjoyable task, like greasing joints, filling 5 gallon jugs with diesel, lugging that diesel from the pickup to the trencher, lifting those jugs to the fuel tank, emptying the jugs, changing the teeth on the trencher (oh, great joys). The best part of fueling the tencher is that just enough spills on me that it almost covers the smell of the grease ground into my skin. Are we having fun yet????
So, 60 mph winds, bring it on. Ice-cold rain, my pleasure. My house is not yet a home. There are stacks and piles that need me. Boxes still abound me. The great call of the domestic beckons me. How shall I serenade you, oh lovely bad weather. Just know that I truly desire you.
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