I spent the afternoon continuing to prepare the external east wall of my bedroom for painting. So much work!
Two houses away, the teenage girl was once again hosting a pool party for her friends, the 637,896th pool party so far this summer (with 134,583 parties to go before it gets too cold) and which generally features piercing, teenage-girl screaming every thirty seconds for roughly eight hours. But today, she saw me in the distance, and shouted "Hello, Mr. Building Man!" I turned around from my drudgery, waved, laughed, and returned her "Hello!"
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