Shit got real the weekend last when I was over-served Sunday evening. I struggled through Memorial Monday morning and had to lie back down for a minor sleep do-over. I was rudely awakened by noise coming from my useless balcony. I laid there with my eyes shut trying to logic what I was hearing. The blinds are down due to my temporary light sensitivity and I’m on the second floor so it didn’t compute.
Got off the couch heart racing after a higher than normal pitch shout. The blind thing is down as I already mentioned so thankfully he couldn’t see in but holy crapcakes Batman. Why in the hell is he working on a hangover holiday?
And working his ass off I must say. Who would have thunk that the glass rail wall things needed scrubbing. Not this guy… and now that I was scared awake I decided to walk off some of the booze. Along the way I had to keep stopping to not puke and rest so I took up neighborhood photography.
Pretty sure that’s not how you return one of those.
What’s up Nathan Hale? Very apropos.
No idea what’s supposed to be going on there but some dogooder society needs to step it up. Fun fact I rested on the edge of this thing after climbing a hill on my walk that is a challenge when I’m feeling great and a poor decision at any other time. Turned out to be a pretty great day.