Woodholes

A photo of record rather than of beauty, of our visitor first thing this morning. Completely failed to creep up on him.

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Spent this morning progressing the Hard Stare at the flooped fence post. This phase involved some concrete and inserting the now shortened post.

The 'professional' installation of the post, not exactly that many years ago, had been with some nominal concrete at the base but then nine inches of soil. The post had rotted through at that point: quelle surprise. I feel confident the amateur job will last somewhat longer.

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Ellis and Skyrider joining us tonight for games.

S, hordelets of postteens, and NASA levels of computing power are occupying the signalbox.