Doing absolute zero endeavors

Doing absolute zero endeavors Earlier today March 28th, 2025 (thee hour now fifteen minutes after eight o'clock at night, cuz yours truly & wife paced back and forth from one room to the other wearing out rugged groovy Tuesday (three day) experienced exhaustion within anticipatory anxiety while feeling foreboding regarding impending inspection courtesy funding source for low income rental community R(ural) H(ousing) D(evelopment) facility named Highland Manor Apartments allowing, enabling, & providing safety and security away from elements harried styled and swiftly tailored Mother Nature poised to strike indiscriminately across Perkiomen Valley (though this geographic area rarely if ever experienced extreme weather phenomenon), yet occasionally bam wham thank you ma'am solid punch evidenced nevertheless no likelihood divine intervention would intercede to disrupt yearly the plan for RHD to take lock, stock and barrel of property at 2 Highland Manor Drive, whereat many tenants experienced high anxiety nervously awaiting the verdict concerning apparent violations which would necessitate immediate actions incumbent upon management company known as Grosse and Quade subsequently affecting spike in rent beyond the pale of affordability after costs of repair calculated into the mix courtesy officials prowling around & scrutinizing soundness of building, once upon a time former elementary school in borough named for George Schwenk, born and died (1728 -1803) respectively locally famous and noted worthily essential man whose mettle constituted being adept as tradesman, crafting and repairing metal objects, from household items & tools to farm equipment & even weapons, using a forge & anvil to shape heated iron, thus recognized as an inimitable blacksmith, whose son Jacob served in the Revolutionary War under George Washington, hence name Schwenksville, Pennsylvania no longer an isolated hamlet bleeds into adjacent communities where said building I live chock a block with vinyl city, where affordable housing necessarily requires ordinances & property inspectors de jure enforcing, mandating, & yielding de rigueur to arbitrary (usually yearly) scrutiny of about a half dozen randomly chosen units within Highland Manor Apartments to ascertain tenants deemed and maintained their assigned units in accordance with standards as outlined in the lease, which severe disinclination to abide by coda could constitute legitimate violation & reason to be forewarned than after given so much time to shape up or ship out, which crises nearly found ourselves (yours truly & the misses) with no figurative (and literal) roof over our heads, and forced to prostitute himself as rhetoric the great or panhandle as local historical buff displaying wares of "Lenni Lenape," (which means "original people" or "real people" in the Lenape language, though said indigenous natives also known as the Delaware, a name given by European) particularly their kitchen middens whose ghosts invariably haunt these regions grist, for the mill of one story teller with overactive imagination expounding on how one desperate wordsmith wannabe or spouse sold their souls to the devil, which action if successful would which set in motion a vicious cycle necessitating them to sell other parts of their body namely major organs until they slowly but surely became incorporeal beings able, eager, ready, & willing to roam hither & yon, to and fro across the webbed, wide world with few if any obstacles in our way, whereat nothing will thwart our collective endeavors to sustain being linkedin to the air supply eventually becoming absorbed into the ether real medium encompassing the infinite eternal cosmos, but interestingly enough as the hours lapsed into late afternoon especially when time approached seventeen hundred hour myself & the spouse dared the other to even whisper how the fickle finger of fate showed a thumbs up that no Mötley Crüe would appear as the Iron Maiden de jure subjecting ourselves on the receiving end of Poison, thus dazed and confused as a Led Zeppelin aimlessly spinning around like a whirling dervish, who got stopped in his/her tracks to blink 182 times plus me and the wife pinching ourselves & the other to reckon eyes (usually subjected to adversity since each of us got born) free & clear of major catastrophe by a hair's breadth, nevertheless feeling defeated living life struggling with money woes & impossible mission for me to eradicate indebtedness to this, that or some other collection agency no surprise ratcheting up frequency when the purpose driven life ofttimes reaching the tipping point where the grim reaper extended a bony hand welcoming chemical romance videre licet an accidental overdose of Fluoxetine elucidating suicidal ideation as modus operandi to escape (as a permanent solution) the travails of penuriousness still prevail at twenty two hundred hours and never to late too send out an electronic sos for munificence.