I knew that Deanna was going to be upset with me about something for about two weeks, that evening. I knew that she would find a problem with something, soon after I saw the look on Jeff's face when I showed him the drywell, unfinished at that moment.
I have to dig in for the winter, and the feeling that nobody wants me is unproductive. I have to proceed apace, and have time to think also, here as I try to get all my stuff out of storage, too.
She left a note on the trailer door, today. Get the mattresses put back together and in the trailer. I'm gettin there.
I don't want her to think that complaining to me is going to make her happy