Where’s my fucking flooring?

Now been a week since I ordered the flooring for the kitchen, haven’t heard a bloody thing.

Got up, started work. Fairly dull today, looking to fix a couple of bugs. Did one.

Walked the dogs, Dillon walked well on his nose lead. He’s at the vets tomorrow for his boosters.

Went to Combat, my stomach still hurts a bit. Came back, did some more work. Then tried to catch up on a lot of television.

Last night we actually sat down with the whiteboard and planned our route. It’s a long way, a really long way, about 4,800 miles. It’ll be fun. I’m sure. I’ll be sharing the driving with myself. Still, eighty days to go, so enough time for lots of re-planning. I may cut out Kansas, I’m sure a lot of Americans may feel the same way.

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