Concrete

Monday when I tried to use my gender (aka perceived female-ness) at the home improvement warehouse, I learned that every place in the valley was out of the sand mix we needed. Apparently there is a cement shortage. I briefly wondered if we would have a half-skinned basement floor indefinitely, but a shipment came in yesterday and B picked it up. This time, though, he asked for help. Amazing how just asking for what one needs can yield such results!