this morning #1173.

this morning, there was plenty of undoing to be done. plenty of doing to be undone. one or the other. i woke up groggy. my fogged-up mind had frozen up time. i felt paralyzed. didn’t know where to start. i took a stroll around the yard searching for stray traces of the previous night’s shenanigans. the new neighbors will be back this evening. i don’t need them asking any more probing questions than they usually would on a wednesday. i’m on thin ice. prior shenanigans. the wife’s been working her way up to calling in another complaint. why tempt fate? when i got to the back of the house & came upon the carnage, my panic shoved my paralysis aside. how’d that get there? OH. MY. things will not be fine.