Well, it’s Saturday morning at 8 a.m. Now that the bathroom is on hold, Paul is outside sawzalling the side porch. I’ve never met anyone else who wakes up on a Saturday, puts on work clothes. And runs outside. To saw stuff.
I didn’t even try to stop him. I could have, but then he would have been irritated. And Paul does irritation like you would not believe. And never more so than when prevented from demolitioning something, or building something, or fixing something. All while being incredibly loud.
Sorry neighbors. In the face-off between your peace, and mine? Mine wins.
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