Resealing the Road

This is all the machinery. And men. Who fixed the street with new bitumen once the old stuff had been removed. The work had just been finished when the rain set in.

I've had to stop weeding the garden. The lawn is growing. Fast. It had only been mowed about a week ago, Well. It'll have to wait until the rain stops. The ground dries. And until I return from my couple of day on strike. I need a couple of days to regenerate some energy.

I am catching up on writing that has been waiting for me to complete other assignments. I have uploaded. And sent photos. I was suppose to do a couple of weeks ago.

I have finished my horror script. All except checking for typing errors. Have finished re-formatting another script I had over half done. I just have to finish it.

So I'd better get back to finish while the weather stays bad.

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