March 15th. The year is 2014.
I woke up to prepare the most grotesque (but delicious) breakfast I could fathom. A perfect amalgamation of Mexican and Greek cuisine. It. Was. Delicious.
Coffee makes for a wonderful dessert.
Last night, we fixed our back screen door for $0.20. This morning, we uprooted a lot of the shit in the backyard to clear the slate for a summer courtyard. I say we, but really, not much of the credit goes to me. I stood there with my phone and a hand axe, snapping photos of my shadow while he did all of the grunt work. He didn't really do all of the grunt work. I was pretty adamant about axing the shit out of anything, I patiently waited while I got the go ahead to jump and and reek havoc on stubborn roots. It was awesome.
Next, we're painting and redoing the cabinets in the kitchen, and remodeling the bedroom to look similar to this:
We drank a beer to celebrate the progress on our home. He went to work. I watched porn and made a fresh batch of coffee.
Now . . .
Do I write? Or do I start painting in the kitchen?
Love.
And if you'd like to get a brief background of the world leading to that story, jump down to page 8 of this (page 37 as shown from the original book source): http://eclipsephase.com/downloads/EclipsePhasePrimer.pdf