I woke early, left in the dark, was rounding the bayou by the LaLa and there was K’s truck! Ack. Nowhere to hide. Last night coming home from Lola’s, I was going to stop and get mail but K was at the house with the emergency lights all strung up. Then there he was this morning. Yuck.
I saw N and Renny across the bayou and we met on the Dumaine Bridge and we just walked circles around ourselves = not being able to go by the LaLa, not being able to get on the grass – too wet, trying to avoid cars, it was almost comical – as I popped out of Dumaine from the opposite side, the BSF was running straight for me.
My whole routine has been off, walking by the LaLa to get my mail and see progress, crossing the Friendship Bridge, seeing the BSF running, seeing TL on his bike coming or going, catching up with S and Layla, J and Sunny, A with her two dogs, C with Lance, S with Leo, etc.
Well, who needs routines? They are boring anyway.
H&T are going to look at L’s house tonight, which fills me with ambivalence – one side of me would love for H&T to get the house and one part can’t imagine anyone but L, man of mystery, living there.