From the Southern Branch of the Jill Schwartz Memorial Library here in Sultry, Savannah, this

is obscure, Season 2, Frankenstein.

I am your host, your friend, your earlover, your literary, mansplainer in chief and

Georgianologist Michael E. and Black about to put something through the wall.

Somehow in the move I had to disassemble my microphone stand and because I have the spatial

awareness of a three-year-old in terms of like understanding how things get put together,

how things fit together, how things join.

I, for whatever reason, cannot figure out how to reassemble my microphone stand.

I know what parts go into what parts, but I somehow can't make it all work as a whole.

And so moments ago, as I was trying to prepare for this podcast, I ended up, um, in frustration,

basically tearing apart the entire thing, tossing it to the floor, ripping the microphone

from the stand and deciding to myself, self, you will just hold the microphone like

a savage.

And so that's what I'm doing.

And my heart is pounding, I'm helpitating, I'm sweating, I'm shaking a little bit,

I'm all a tremble with the frustration of this meager task I had set before me.

That being said, last time I was talking about all the DIY stuff I've been doing, and that

effort has stalled a little bit because there's so much to do that it's overwhelming.

So it's hard to even pick like one thing to kind of do.

So today, and this is, this does not constitute DIY-ing by any stretch of the imagination, but

I was replacing electrical switchplates on the electrical outlets.

And that is taking me far longer than it should because I'm doing that thing that I think

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