Unique Times

Where I share my jewels of wisdom of life

brown wooden house on beach

I jump from branch to branch out on a limb bumping into walls, stubbing my toes.I hear music in the background… POUNDiNG. It’s a different frequency than I’m used to and the jarring jangles my nerves.Time is of the essence but with contracting, everything’s a delay or a snafu. I look at my contractor who’s …

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