Rain on the horizon
I come awake this morning to bad news. The rain is coming. Next week possibly. Scruffy’s deck sealing project has lingered for months, while I dick around, making a blog, writing a novel, wasting my time with projects that wont help me keep the rain away. Forget the nuclear waste. I need to save the wood on this boat. But first order of business. I gotta feed the little bastard. Ivan the Terrible. Maybe he could use a burger. Maybe…