Well, there isn’t much to report. The skunk was gone by the time we all woke up this morning, and within a couple of hours the orange fence had moved as well. I choose to believe that someone turned off the electricity to the fence in preparation for repositioning it, and once they did, little Pepe got his wits about him and scrammed. You know, instead of assuming the worst—that an owl or a coyote ate him for a midnight snack. Yikes.
I was hoping that this weekend was going to be filled with all kinds of van building progress, but it turns out that I’ll have to work instead. Oh, well. Being a freelancer is a feast-or-famine kind of business. It’s hard to complain feasting too much.
