I feel like this delightful hole that just opened up next to the driveway. You pa dow in there and try to sew where it ends. The mounds of never ending paperwork, spread sheets lists, colors, materials. I think I can see where it stops but it’s just out if sight to be sure.
Oh and the hole?? That’s just likely a broken drainage tile that has been discovered thanks to the terential rains we get in Ohio as winter and spring battle over who’s day it is.
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