- wake from dream by soft rapping
- stumble half naked to door to find older brother waiting as previously planned
- sadly put on clothes, toque included, to move 1200 lb shed
- risk life, breach bi-laws, and threaten rest-of-day schedule to move the yellow leviathan
- drive 20km/hr to new shed location
- have fun with twin nephews cracking, beating, and frying eggs for half-omlettes
- fly to starbucks to use gift card and study/write for hours to fulfill exciting booklet contract
- return to brother’s for pizza and tennis
- confirm predictive dominance by watching henin handily crush rival at US open
- bed late, wake, worship at church and receive solid teaching
- head to brothers for wiener roast
- head home to watch federer win, seal tennis pool dominance, and grudgingly watch djokovich fail to convert opportunity to glory
- fit in a game of crib and a cup of coffee
- play and beat younger brother at own game of hardcourt (zero ongoing series to 1-2)
- piddle around on web and get shocked, disturbed, disconnected, and ashamed by state of world (namely certain blogsite and mtv generation)
- say hi and bye to MoJo
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It was 1500 pounds. 1200 pound sheds are for wussies.