Finally got a haircut yesterday. About damn time. I was beginning to look like 59th Street Bridge-era Art Garfunkel. Not where I wanted to be. I also got SLANN running at home again, and he likes his new RAM. I am but a humble servant to the Mage Priest.

When I was buttoning up the Scout on Wednesday, after looking at the blue Scout, I was thinking about how relieved I was that it wasn’t the truck I was looking for. I shouldn’t be spending money on a truck right now, but I’m committed to buying the right truck if it comes along. Just as I was coming to this realization, a longhaired dude in an old-style Grand Cherokee drove down Lakewood Avenue and gave me and Chewbacca the thumbs-up. That made my day. Thanks, longhaired dude.

I’m posting a few pictures of the basement in progress today: these are all older shots from when I was just getting the framing underway. As I get the film developed I’m going to post more in progress shots.

Here also is a picture of the the Scout at Assateague with Jen in June.