Day one hundred

Another full, non-stop, hundred-mile-per-hour day. We are down to the final weekend. Two days remain, Saturday & Sunday. I need to be out by midnight Sunday.

I got the real dirty work done today so tomorrow is cleaning up the details. There is not much left. Just accumulated junk and debris, relics of victories past. Mixed with a plethora of artifacts from defeat.

One would think that living in the Pacific Northwest for thirty years would be a decent tenure to learn the carnage potential from relentless rain, but evidence suggests that I need more study.

I hope to take this lesson onward and apply it to whatever building I am left to construct.

Two more days.

Wow.

There will be tears.