because I am overcaffeinated or overstressed or ADD or too American, my brain won’t sit still.   I can not focus on the ginormous pile of money that moves from 1 place to another and the other ginormous pile of stuff that moves back, I am fixated on how Kila can get out to deuce and the tools i will need to install it.   And as soon as I’d bought them, I could not stop thinking about painting G’s room.   She wants a castle,   maybe with grey and pink and white sponge brushing, and some rolly green hills in the background, and some sky.   and then every person who comes to visit can buy some damn colors and paint in a rainbow or a unicorn or some yodas and shit. I am too busy to think about more than the grey\green\blue\white\pink\black paint i need to buy.   I may end up shopping for paint, before even having figured out how to buy a hand truck.   I’ve got a steam cleaner covered, but i can’t remember if that was before or after the hand truck.

I took Kila out for a dog ride last night, and convinced James to come along, there was knowledge yet to be dropped.   Dropped it was.   He rode some stairs for the first time woot woot, as did I – the new Bucket List item is now old, and my links are getting localized like my rides and my time on the trainer and the dog rides.   Kila spatted with coyotes and javalina in the same night, and got nipped by at least one of em.   Recounting these awesome details this morning and this evening got me through the rapids, at least for a day.   I dug deep for 1 more hour on 1.5 more projects to finish the 4 insane work toxins I’ve caught today.   The current ride is the trainer, which is not nearly so potent, which is probably why i find beer makes it all tolerable again.   And my housewarming gift to myself, cuz my back is gonna kill me.