Neil is out there contemplating the means to survival. Send him some money, folks. He needs it. If you don't know who Neil is, fie on you. If you don't know who I am, it's for the better. We slide through our existance unbeknownst to the masters of the universe. I care not. Neil is loved, I am too prickly.
OK, so I started doing stuff. We scored some wire duct on the big E. We got enough to contain the wire runs on two boats. I also paid for the basic wire order. There is a lot of wire on the boat. There is a lot of money gone from my bank account.
The raccoon trap went back. Looks like there was only one.
I have been lazy, really lazy. I putter a bit, but mostly do little. I discover that I'm good at it.......that's scary.