The computer with Ron’s music is fine, it was just low on charge.
Yesterday I made two zucchini-based entrees. Ron made salad.
Ron tried to wake Lizzie up a little before 2 am, but she trumped and leaked anyway.
The Brattleboro realtors report that the market is hypercompetitive, which makes me nervous, like jumping from the frying pan into an inferno. I’ve asked for info on more laid-back areas.
Meanwhile, Ron spotted the atrocious next door neighbor taking pictures of the house. Maybe she was clued in by the Title V inspector?