I'm back in the Shit City after a long but uneventful drive from Chicago.
I stopped in Louisville on the way to see some family, though I was unable to visit one of my cousins there because he was nursing his girlfriend back to health after her breast augmentation surgery. See, I come from caring people.
We had a room in the house with our shit stored in it, and as the hour approached to leave we had simoly shoved things hapharazrdly into it, so opening it it was like unsealing King Tut's tomb. I am going with the impulse to throw out vast amounts of this shit since a) I clearly don't need it to survive and b) I don't remember even owning it.
The guy who was supposed to be checking in on my bees never bothered, so I have no idea if they are still living, though will find out shortly. He did tell me a good story though that partly makes up for his lapse. His dad is one of those people who helped to push our country into ill-gotten insolvency. He had taken out multiple easy re-fi mortgages on his house to the tune of owing $221,000 on a $226,000 house. Then he lost his job and, in short order, his house. Now he is moving to the Philippines to live with the mailorder bride he bought six months ago whom has had a hard time getting in the U.S. Hasta!
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