50 shades of done. When the Universe conspires against you. Contact Airbnb and see if they have a cave on their short-term rental list. Pay in full. In cash. And with an extension option clause written in. Then you, your cheesecake, your case of Pringles, and your fat clothes tuck and roll up in that joint.

See ya’ll about May. Unless I invoke that clause. Then it will be more like June.

Things have gotten reeeeally freaky of late. Gibbs rule # 39:
There’s no such thing as a coincidence.

Stay tuned…

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