Praise Jebsus of Cheddar Cheese! The generator has arrived! With the hopes of cooler or at the very least circulating air, I’m snagging a shower. The idea of being cleaned has me feeling frisky enough for a game of “stabbed or amazing tacos” then overseeing the driveshaft installation and the awning opening to stop the RV from being a baking tin. If laundromats have AC, that might be my Sunday night plan since I can charge my phone while I’m there. Floors were a ridiculous plan. How am I supposed to cut the wood without electricity? High hopes of tomorrow. I may have the generator, but unless I hit the laundromat, this may be all you hear of me today. Oh snap! Remind me when I have full battery to tell you about the creepiest ice cream truck ever.