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Moving On Up–The Remodel
Two hours later, I could barely catch my breath. Fingers trembled. My insides twitched. Lightheaded as if drifting in and out of an early morning dream, my mind scrambled to sort out if I had just willingly come face to face with my greatest...
Sound Off–One, Two…
I’m exhausted. The combination of walking the site after hours, collecting trash, checking progress and waking at the crack to plan each of the six trades to-do lists, has cut into my much needed REM rest. Most days, at least Monday through Saturday...
The Glutes are Firing
“Rumor is you’re going to fall flat on your arse,” the hulky plumber said and angled to look at my backside. I wound up a gallon-sized trash bag I was lugging, swung and slapped him across the midsection. So hard, I knocked myself...