Trench

“Judging by where that ditch is, I’d say the rover rolled and slid from there. You can see the trench it left behind. The trailer flipped forward onto its roof.”

By the time I get up (after 11) Michael is somewhere else, trying to finish a drive before some customer’s party.

I’m hung over. A great state of mind for laying slabs and digging trenches.

Then I siesta until after dark, at which point I work on the book until bedtime.