On my little staycation where I will get no rest - doing my prep for the basement, it's officially on!
Last night was our first anniversary. One year of marriage with my dreamgirl. Happy Anniversary, Sweetie, I adore you, and I am so very lucky!
Next, I have to say RIP Neil Armstrong.
I was almost a year old when he walked on the surface of another celestial body. When I was little, like so many boys, I wanted to be an astronaut. So very much. I can't tell this without revealing a little bit of personal info, but my name is real nym is Mike, and I was convinced I was named after Michael Collins (yes, in retrospect, my six-year-old self knew nothing about the passage and one-way tendencies of the flow of time. Might this explain my Doctor fixation?). Neil Armstrong was a huge hero, Buzz Aldrin as much so, NASA was my future. Those ambitions slipped away, as they do, as real life continues, and I am very happy with my life now. For our honeymoon, last year (see previous paragraph), we went to Orlando, and to Kennedy, and purely by accident had the opportunity to see a launch, and then sat on the Causeway until they put out the fuse with 7 seconds left - dammit. Saw the Saturn 5 and took the tour of the Center. They had the actual set from Star Trek TOS on a tour and I got to sit in the Chair. And now, again, as an adult, I very badly want to see a launch live, but it will be a bit. This is a somewhat disjointed discourse, but the point is that Neil Armstrong was a hero and an influence, and the world was better with him in it, and his passing sucks.
Had to run errands this morning, Sweetie to work, Menards for storage bins (more...). Conversation with store employee at Menards:
paleo: "Yeah, so I didn't want to get this this morning, but I'm out running."
paleo: "Errands and stuff."
clerk: "Oh, I thought jogging, and I was wondering how'd you jog with 50 gallon storage bins."
paleo (pointing at 12 pack): "Ok. Look at me. I'm a 44 year old man wearing a Star Wars t-shirt. I don't jog. No pain, no pain."
Storage pod in place (and damn near filled), basement damn near empty (the last big thing is a cat castle, which I am going to have to partially disassemble to get into storage, to the, no doubt, vocal approbation of the kittehs.) Finish pack-out today, and start electrical planning and demo. I have paleo brother-in-law to help today and Thursday.
He thinks he is helping his big brother-in-law with a home project. Except, that this part of the project is what paleo does for a living, and paleo is r-r-r-e-e-e-a-a-l-l-l-y-y-y good at it. paleo thinks, "Oh good, I have a bitch*."
Again, poor bastard.
* I am a liberal. Socialist commie people-non-hater. I am a strong feminist. However, I am also a construction worker. Sue me.