Day 115 November 29, 2001

Ahh, mixing mortar. Memories...I'm getting misty...not! Anyhow, I set the stones in the mortar. One sentence, 12 hours of work. Not really work, I like it. Beats the hell out of fixing someone's neglected car.

This just in: after calling the well guy three days in a row with no answer, he called back and said he is coming TOMORROW at 11 AM to drill my well! I'm like the happy idiot, 'cause I believe him.

12 hours, warm and drizzly.