44 Blueberry Hill, Thursday Evening
Sam was restless again. He still didn't want to stray far from the house, but the thought of watching TV or sitting in front of the computer made him twitchy with the inactivity of it all, and there was still too much pent-up bitterness in the idea of sports for him to "test out" the equipment he'd built in the backyard. (Never mind that it would be a few years yet before those for whom it was intended would get to use it.)
To that end, he was up on a ladder in the front yard, seemingly intent on creating a Christmas light display visible from space.
Wait, maybe that wasn't such a great idea . . .
[OOC: Open with an openness. I slept all afternoon and will be around for a few hours yet.]
To that end, he was up on a ladder in the front yard, seemingly intent on creating a Christmas light display visible from space.
Wait, maybe that wasn't such a great idea . . .
[OOC: Open with an openness. I slept all afternoon and will be around for a few hours yet.]