it's the little things . . . .

a weird day: half-way through war and peace, got a call from an old client with what appears to be good work, got a check from the n'er-do-well client, had one of my best friends and her boyfriend over for happy hour --- and broke my little finger emptying goddam ice trays

i love retirement

this guy has been posting poems around the neighborhood ---

the building on the right is underway, but i can't see it from my unit --- the one on the left will be a nice addition to the viewshed, especially at sunrise

tiny houses on the site of my 3rd-grade school in east point --- yay! hope it happens ---