girls out of house

Work sucked this week until tonight. Too inane to relay details, just equipment issues that got mostly fixed. AW I had productive day at home in that the basement isn't a disaster. Did I mention a chipmunk was scurrying about the piles of clutter last Sunday?
J took the girls along while her mom and sister, as the latter did baby registry hopping, hence the opportunity to de-clutter.
They seemed like they were gone long, but I guess the service at O'Charley's sucked. J sent me a pic of B eating a bun there to torment K since he didn't go. Dude threw a fit almost messing up my tidy-ish basement. Basements can never truly be tidy, can they?
Ever feel Billy Pilgrimish? No explanation, aside from becoming unstuck in time, seems plausible for my basement endeavor... do you remember the pictures of when I felt motivated to do so? Think June... or whenever I was first trying the blogger app for android. Now I'm thinking about trains... I need to improve my quantity of Twitter following, for there are gaps that are void of  chatter. Mallets need not apply, but content to stimulate my duh, blah, mehs minus #Ferguson. Goal is to get to 500. Too many stupid tweets exist when I'm not bored enough to see what's going on in the outerdylands.