What a day. Didn't think an apartment could shake like that. I don't think we ever saw a gust over 70, MAYBE sustained at 55, but these windows rattled like the inside of a snare drum. Needless to say they leaked from wind driven rain, so now my place smells like wet dry wall. Not as bad as Titus remembers, but I'm sure enough to bring out the hives and drain energy levels to below lethargic.
NO one wants to do the Labor Day Rapp? Come on. Big business holding a population hostage. That statement alone I thought would have sent Ryan through the roof. But anyway, now that the stress and worry has abated somewhat, is it big business or government's responsibility to shut down?
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