Oh the adventures of check-out day, my friends.
The macintosh gold leaves I did rake.
The 12 hrs+ of driving...
sheer, physical exhaustion &
a racking of neck cords.
The packing & re-packing of the too small vehicle.
The misstep for BNC to RCA adaptors.
The Hubbardston yokel cop who gave me a
warning tix
for driving 48 instead of 30
(and let's not forget the impeded vision).
The potential birthday bash lounge conflict.
The evening alone in the spooky barn w/
only a mere flashlight.
The wait in the dark for props.
And here...
earlier than my normal wake-up
showered & shaved
the big day truly begins.
Details to follow.
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