finances & table saws

woke up this morning to the 6am sounds of the loudest saws imaginable. unsurprisingly, this neighbourly construction site brought immediate half-waking thoughts of monies owed and monies spent. a beautiful day awaits us though. the oatmeal is almost ready. can you smell it? cinnamon, brown sugar, and oldtape sounds will guide us through. raji is less with cold, and valentine is more with inclination toward antigone and tragic writings.