Today, tomorrow, and taking as many days as necessary for a body to be deemed semi-healed and usable is my latest agenda. Several days ago, I felt like Mary Poppins, in a much more desperate form, and without the umbrella. Actually, I think the best description of my recent daring escapade would be an act of craziness.
The house I live in has only one gutter, about 32 feet long. It serves no beneficial purpose unless being a perfect habitat for giant worms and tiny trees is a good thing.