On Tourists

Another day, another set of tourists through the house. This group stayed two full minutes, which is I think a new record. I can barely get from the basement to the top floor via each room in two minutes, and I live here.

Of course, I didn't actually get to see this batch of tourists, because I was up on the roof of my front porch at the time, working with Phil to throw my headboard over the edge. Gently, but still.

Hm. Maybe that had something to do with it.

(Many thanks to Phil, John, Tony, and Paul for helping me move all the heavy crap down to the first floor, where it will be carted away by its respective new owner(s) next weekend.)