So there I was, in the lower man cave latrine examining a publication, when she texts, says she’s on her way. So I stopped doing what I was doing, wiped real good and went upstairs, sat out front for a half hour then came back down here inside the Wolf’s Cave. My Landlords a getting fussy , but at least they’re being patient. They could have gave me the boot a week or so again. It’s lucky if Chandra does go through us to get this place, since if she goes through my landlord, its going to take a first, last, and deposit, plus paying the utilities, and all the rest. With our poster gal, only hanging on by a thin string, her renting through me and the Club, at $400.00 is a bargain. But we keep getting pushed away, and excuses. If she don’t want it, why don’t she just say that? Then come next week I can tell the people who rent us this place we just can’t swing it, pack my stuff, put the rest in storage, and head back to places western Wyoming, and forget this area in hopes that in 30 more years western Idaho can find the 21st, century. With my car only one more payment to go to pay it off, with that title in hand, and the one to Mini Wolf, all things Idaho including remembering that I was born here(although I’d rather forget that, and do not admit to it.) I never wanted to move here in 1972 and I damn well don’t like it now. More on that overnight. Any mile have scripture reading at 11:00(23:00) hours, so chat at ya’ll in a few.