Suddenly I feel back.

I couldn’t sleep and felt powerful anxious for no reason.

Then at seven in the morning a call came through from the shed mover guy from weeks ago.

I had already decided I didn’t want this deal under these late terms. So I didn’t listen. Instead I slept another few hours and made ready, in the post-noon, to put on clothes and go down there and tell his bosses to forget it.

This I accomplished in the real world by two, masterfully and with a minimum of fuss.

There is two and a half grand I don’t owe to anyone, unless I decide to go with the Lowe’s version of things for the same price and a bigger shed and a single-digit interest rate. But even that seems like a deal I don’t want, because the damage, consisting of a house packed full of random boxes, is already done. I can dig out from under slow, and for free.

It’s time to fix the fucking water. Let’s ride a Ditch Witch like a nominal boss.

Because there is no time to waste. Today we are reminded of that most salient of all facts by two things.

One, my most devoted reader was declared cancer-free today, and my heart pounds with joy.

Two, Michael Brooks is dead at 37 from an illness described only as “sudden”.

Krystal Ball Remembers Michael Brooks
youtube.com/watch?v=w4OgouMLc5Y

You’ve seen me quote him here from time to time. Losing him is an honest shame, for the truly good fight.

I’ll miss him and he helped me today, in feeling Back.