Yesterday they replaced the little path between the coach house and the garage that they shattered at the beginning of this adventure.
Every couple of hours, starting at 7:45 a.m., my neighbour watered the new cement. Why, you ask? I do not know. Perhaps that is something one does to new cement.
During one watering, I had come in to make coffee and he watered my journal.
Why, you ask?
Again, I must reply that I do not know.
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