Morning, folks. I hope everyone had a good weekend. I know I did.
Played with the dog.
Hung out with the wife.
Hung out with a buddy.
Got some book work done.
Found strange powder on a window seal and thought nothing of it.
Did a double take and took a second look at the strange powder.
Entered the early stages of panic after taking that second look at the strange powder.
Called the pest control guy with a sinking feeling in my stomach after taking a second look at the strange powder.
Said a smiling thank you through gritted teeth as the pest control guy confirmed my fears over that strange powder.
Ground at least two teeth to a fine powder of their own as the pest control guy left me with a nearly $1,000 bill on his way out my door, along with the reminder that Mrs. B, dog, cat, and me will have to move out for at least two days later this week while they gas our house for dry wood termites.
Kept my cool against all odds as the pest control guy smiled back before climbing into his car and said "Hey, it's the price you pay for living in paradise!"
Sat with a stiff beverage on my deck contemplating whether other places deemed paradise over the past few centuries earned that label before or after they had cured the plague, house-eating bugs, crappy real estate markets, potentially horrendous weather systems, intense road rage, and traffic congestion that can leave you idling for 30 minutes on a five mile commute.
Woke up and thanked Jebus I was alive.
It's Monday, another day in Paradise, another
BTW, on a completely unrelated note if you have talent use it. Don't waste it. Read on, to get my point.