No real need for heat here, other than maybe three or four nights a year. Electric heat spins my meter faster than nobama on his birth cert. A fireplace is high on my list of things to do, but far enough down where it ain't gonna happen this year.
About 20 days to go in the official hurricane season, and everything's done, judging the number of people asking me for work. Three guys asked me in one day, and one of them was a real estate agent (thumb smashers, I'll never hire another). When you check out google earth, the blue tarps remaining indicate those who spent their insurance check on new Cadillacs.
Oh yeah, congrats on the condition off your wood (now there's something I don't say to another man every day). The old barn on my family farm is 158 years old, and a solid foundation slid under it would give it another 158. I saw an old house on the web that was 300, coolest thing I ever saw.
