Shedeur finally went to the Browns in the 5th, a story that matters less than zero.

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Lots of salad, plus, just today, a round of beefy tacos too.

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I studied all the mechanics in town and made a list.

There are two at the bottom already crossed off.

There are a few in the middle that seem to only do limited things, like transmissions, or quick lube.

There are a couple of major maybes, that do a wide range of things but feel kind of dirty and junky and disorganized.

And finally there are two cleaner shops, both of which have signage specifically saying they do suspension work, which is the first thing I want to get done.

I think I may ask each of the final two for an initial diagnosis and estimate.

But what I really care about is how far they are capable of taking the restoration and revitalization of my lovely old truck, specifically with regard to the body work of getting the shell on, and then (eventually) the major drive train things like swapping out for a new or new-ish engine.

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Inside the house, things are very clean, and somewhat paused.

On the desktops of the laptop, they are all torn up and in process, but in ways that feel very productive.

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I’ve been pounding the floodwall grimly and dependably for my walks, but I’m done with it, over it, for a while.

I want to go back out to the parklands beyond the golf course next, and see where that road goes, past the gates and on foot. I’m craving something like that, that’s a little more Pretty.

Here is where things stand as of a Saturday evening.