The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire…

This morning started with a bone crushing headache. Did that stop me? Nosireebobcattail. So off I went to the gym, sans my gym bag since my brain should have been in the ICU. I got to the gym “thinking” well, I can pretty much remember what I’m supposed to do. So I started my workout and realized about halfway through that I was going to throw up if I didn’t get out of there. So home I went. I laid down and slept for 45 minutes and when I woke up it was gone. Still shaky I decided ripping out flooring was a good idea. I barely remembered that the roofers were still working. Good news, they were using nailers and not hammers. Check out the boys working:

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The boys on the roof are doing a great job. Now Mike the Electricial was by today. He gave me a bid to replace this old gem:

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This is a Push-O-Matic electrical box. Look for this on ebay. The parts are impossible to come by and I’ll be replacing this one.

They say that some animals mourn and others don’t. Personally, I think Mourning Doves are stalkers. I think this is a hired assassin mourning dove. He just sat outside my office window. He’s just waiting to get a good shot off.

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About my golf game…two tournaments in a row and two Best Value awards in a row. I shot a 66 on the front and a 66 on the back. I owned the three-put on the back nine. I found my drive and lost my short game. Why do I play this game?