Good evening all, am settled into the dungeon, and I have a lit cigarette beside me. The garage is less than 10 degrees right now. I’m not about to get frost bite because my beloved has lost his freaking mind again.
I can’t please him, no matter what I do. He is going to have to be patient. Until the weather is safe enough, I can’t work in the garage. I can’t get it insulated, and I can’t fix the problems we have.
Sorry, I’m not up for a better post today. Until his brain settles down, it’s going to be a little bit of slim pickings. -L
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