Got a sheet of partially rusted tin, enough cinder blocks, and even some hay bales.
Made barbecue sauce. First batch wretched, second batch much better.
House cleaning tonight.
Tomorrow, I drive over to Yoder's, a Mennonite meat merchant, to get our piggy friend.
Need to get more hickory chunks and more charcoal, probably.
Grammie and Pappy coming into town tomorrow.
(it may not be significant, but I dreamed of Greenlaw last night . . . it was even more strange than I remember, and of course, no one knew me. I'll know I'm really affected if I start dreaming about Thornton Manor)
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