Paul came over and took me for a walk in Oakalla. They have put barn own nesting boxes up, which strikes me as a weird part of the year to be doing that in but still pleasant to see.
After we went to the hardware store. Paul is tired of handing over his key set every time I drive (I usually drive since I don’t normally hit things and terrorize other passengers and since I don’t have cataracts.) So I got a key cut for his car and he got zip ties and a privacy screen for the front balcony at his place.
I had a key for Paul’s car previously but gave it back and now it just seemed more convenient to get another since I’m driving it so much.
We also picked up beer and cider. Right about now Paul’s stooging about the airport to go pick up visitors from Australia, buddies of his girlfriend’s about to tour the Northwest Passage. They will come back to his place and likely crash hard after a fourteen hour flight. I hope they have a good time.
I wrote absolutely nothing yesterday. I waffle, I waffle.
