Not much to report this morning. We’re still doing it, doing it. We’d hoped that it would have gotten easier by now, but it hasn’t. Advil has become our new BFF, we now buy it in the giant gallon jug economy size. The good news is that we can see the light at the end of the tunnel and, no, it’s not a train. I don’t think there are any trains left in beautiful downtown Campbellsville anymore.
Jeff and Marsha came over for a visit last night. Jeff wanted to see some of the customization that we’ve done to our coach. They are thinking about upgrading to a slightly larger unit. After a few brandies and some lively conversation, they headed home and our thoughts turned toward beddy bye time. They are the couple that will be workamping just a few miles down the road from us this coming summer.
Well, it’s time to go splash some water on this old worn out bod, stuff a little breakfast into the gullet, and head off to the salt mines once again. Tomorrow, tomorrow, the end will come tomorrow, you can bet your bottom dollar, tomorrow. . . . .
Take Care Until Next Time - - - - - - -