Random writing prompt:

Write a story about
the quiet
moose
that went
into the cellar.

Thx anyway. Although, cellar.
It’s been damp, so the cellar doors are really hard to open. It got easier after I figured out my wife locked them before she left with the kids.
They come back tomorrow. I was supposed to go with them, but I have to do some entirely inane work at the office tomorrow, for an hour, that I am not good at and which someone else could easily do, so bye 3-day weekend, catch you later.
I did some house cleaning today to kill time. I trimmed some bushes yesterday, until I got scared of ticks and stopped. Now I have a pile of foliage I had planned to run through the shredder today but then it rained and, it being an electric shredder, I put it off, especially in view of my recent spate of technical difficulties.
The car broke down again, a few days ago, but I was driving around today and it ran okay.
I was researching hobos today.
They were invented in the Civil War, for example.
And they have laws they came up with in the late 1800s.
Also, this is the difference between hobos, tramps and bums: hobos travel around, and will work. Tramps just travel around, and bums are too slack to even travel.
Also, there may or may not be a hobo mafia, depending on whom you ask.
It’s time for a hobo FBI.