Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been working on the house and have no energy left by the time I get back to the apartment. Anywho, here's something I saw that is helping me keep going...
I’ll sleep next to my hammer drill if I have to. There’s a story in this house, and whether it happened over a hundred years ago, or it’s happening now, it has to keep being told. It’s New Orleans culture and I’m just a page in the book.
