Today, I pulled 109 feet of unlubed fish tape with my bare hands. I am Timothy J. Builderguy.
But also today, Timothy J. Builder hangs up his hardhat. At least for now. Because he can take it. Because he's the builderguy San Luis Obispo deserves, but not the one it needs right now. Because he's not our builderguy. He's a silent muscledude. A watchful lifterman. A dark builderguy.
Assume that my normative blogging duties shall return come the morrow. For now, hot tubs and sleeps.
(Also, Kris Straub said he'll watch out for my movie and book. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.)