From Brandtsexual Brandtsylvania.

The word of the day is: Scour.

[ skouuhr, skou-er ] verb (used with object) to remove dirt, grease, etc., from or to cleanse or polish by hard rubbing, as with a rough or abrasive material: to scour pots and pans. to remove (dirt, grease, etc.) from something by hard rubbing: to scour grease from pots and pans. SEE MORE verb (used without object) to rub a surface in order to cleanse or polish it. to remove dirt, grease, etc. noun the act of scouring. the place scoured.

Yesterday the forestry mulching guys showed up unannounced.

Earning them a surprise attack round.

One of their casters cast Alter Terrain and the other cast Hallucinatory Terrain.

Lippincottonia: 2

Forestry Mulchers: 1.5

We’ve all rolled for initiative.

So we will see what today brings.

I’m guessing it’s going to rain sometime soon.

Because the front hill is primed and ready for a mudslide that will completely fuck up our street.

This has been a very long week already.

And it’s not showing any signs of slowing down.

I’m tired.

Like I couldn’t remember what year it was a few days ago tired.

Like my “slow” day this week I only walked/ran 8.7 miles.

And that was the day I ran a lot at Aldis the Goldenboy’s futbol practice.

The scary part of all that is that today is my busy day.

And I already have a list as big as my weiner.

(Three inches long and five inches in diameter.)

And it’s autumn now.

Which means absolutely nothing in the inevitable heat-death of the sun kind of way.

I will say that the weather the past couple of days is way more my speed.

More than the you-could-possibly-die-if-you-stay-outside-too-long-even-though-you-aren’t-doing-anything-except-sit-in-a-chair weather it has been the past three months.

I need more coffee if I am going to make it through this shitshow.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC