The doppler called for one last nice night of weather, which morphed into rain/snow anyway, so I celebrated by doing one last jerk chicken meal on the firepit. Turned out pretty not bad!
Despite selling off and giving away a whole bunch of records, I am still running out of shelf space. Trying to pull a record out felt like yanking out an impacted wisdom tooth, so I scored another wooden crate from Home Depot, and threw in all of my soundtracks in there to open up some space on my main shelf. My Guided By Pollard shelf is no longer lonely.
