I slept well only getting up once during the night, finally
waking/getting up at 8:30.
On the weekends there’s often nothing decent on TV, not even
a news channel.
Teresa told me to get a hammer and she led me out back to
the shed. It had a large Yale lock on it
and she started beating it with the hammer.
I told her she’s never going to be able to open it that way. I asked her where the key is and I understood
Laura lost it on the street. She asked
me how we can open it and I motioned that we’re going to need some large
“scissors” (I forgot the word) to open it.
A minute later she turned around and saw the key sitting near the back
of the finca and she opened the lock.
I started watching Where
is Flight MH370? on Netflix.
Starting at 4pm there were episodes of Mayday: Air Catastrophies on National Geographic channel for the
rest of the day.
About 5:30 it started pouring again and we had to disconnect
the TV and computer. The lightning was
so hard we even disconnected the router.
It seemed to pass by 6:20. When I
plugged everything back in we no longer had internet access.
Laura came back at 7pm.
Laura called Une at 8:30 but it wasn’t fixed that night.
I took my sleeping pills at 11:15 and went to bed.
T-shirt of the day: Chicago, Alton, & St. Louis
Railway.
Hmmm. It seems like I’ve seen this one before.
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