Water, that is.

For to do the washing of things. The pressure washing.

I might have passed on the early morning workout yesterday, but I definitely got a workout in. Three hours, in the sun, pressure washing a lot of concrete. My shoes are still wet. Which is going to make today awkward.

After the pressure washing, I headed over and helped K move some stuff into her garage. She is in the process of getting rid of a bunch of stuff. One of the things she is getting rid is an old, and totally badass, rocking chair. It lives at my house now.

Zaxxon sent me this last night:

Oh, Schmidt.

And this is nice too:

Okay, I have to go to the bank for Jesus now. Happy Thorsday.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC