At least if I have to stay in, rain makes it nicer. We're supposed to get heavier rain on Sunday which makes me happy.
I didn't practice last night because by the time I'd found a bunch of neat connectors etc in a box and got them all organized and cleaned up, it was late enough to be into hours I'm not really supposed to be here, so I didn't.
Ms. Crackhead has her body patching material smeared car all an even primer grey now. If she can wait for a nice dry day without much wind, it's possible to do a pretty good "rattle can" paint job.
It's actually been pretty quiet at night. The guy who I think lives in the Mr. Softee space quietly does his thing, and I do mine, so people see me go in and out on the bike occasionally, and I put metal scrap from stuff I've taken apart out by the trash enclosure where it's not obtrusive but the scavengers find it OK.
I packed some things, and since my stomach's not very happy I made another wonderful bowl of salmon miso soup, and was going to get some practice in when it became apparent that Ms. Crackhead was communicating by the usual crackhead method of yelling, on the phone with some other crackhead who came around, and they were all over the parking lot doing crackhead stuff and it was about 10PM so I really didn't get to practice.
Instead I listed Ebay things, got out my boxes of canned fish etc., and got my latest haul organized into them, took some stuff apart, etc.
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