Yeah. Or not.
"I knew we wouldn't," the man says. Not smug enough to slap, but smug. Yeah, I'm always late. Yeah, he knows this. So? I COULD have been on time. I MIGHT have. It could happen. I'm not that predictable.
So. There is one big hole in the roof where a vent ought to be, and I have sheet metal cuts on my hands and caulk on my jeans. I'm not done and I'm not ready. Today - the big push. Change out both vents, pack the camper, put in the propane tank, finish paying the bills, say my goodbyes. We leave tomorrow.
No, really, I mean it.
I DO make progress. I do. I can prove it. See?
Dapple the Camper now!
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