On the roof at home, trying to even out tan lines acquired earlier. I'm an idiot who should've known better. It's not even ******* super sunny anymore.
We don't really celebrate Easter in our house. Wife says we'd likely get struck by lightning if we walked into a church. So, typical Sunday filled with laundry, cleaning and general *******. Now that humidity dropped its time for a beer and a stick on the porch.
Didn't have anything remarkable, but it seems like it's the only place in town to get anything that isn't your typical Mexican lineup. I pretty much stick to tequila while I'm here.