Scurrying around the Bar None like a chicken with its head cut off, busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest, etc. Two Men & A Truck will be here this time tomorrow. Linda and I have moved the lock, stock, and barrel, they’ll do the heaviest of lifting. Our previous lives will be in storage tomorrow afternoon. Closest and dearest the last six and one half years we’ve spent building the Bar None.
The adventure begins in earnest then tomorrow night, first of many in the RPod. Sixteen foot cubicle of discovery, within and without. And Desi makes three.