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This lot was next door to the house we worked on. It had a nice yard and a FEMA trailer, but no house. We would sit on cinderblocks and eat our lunches in the shade by that fence. Also, neighborhood people would hang out in the yard a lot in the afternoon.
With both of us working from home now, I am relegated to a life of laptop, portichair and to-go cup on any day even mildly sunny to ensure we only drive each other mildly nuts in the crunch of the constant freelance deadline. I'd love to complain...but, no.