“I don’t have a clue what I’m going to do here.”
“I don’t know what the hell that is.”
“Man, this guy got creative…”
This from the electricians outside my door, on the steps to the attic. They go up the steps, down the steps, it sounds like the defensive line of the Packers. Classic rock in the background. I’ve learned silence is actually worse – more expensive – than conversation. That means they’re really looking at something, really confused, really about to get creative.
“So far, we’ve got…”
I stop listening.
A couple of point-to-points in the book over the week. Derby preps. Cheltenham looms in a week. Putin’s War continues to wreak havoc and hell.
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