Well drilling commenced today and had reached 350 feet by the time I took this picture around 3 PM. Not good. The deeper the well, the more it will cost. If I see them there tomorrow morning, still drilling, I will have to break out the emergency whiskey flask. Just kidding. Kind of.
Of course, drinking will only make my paranoia of that drilling truck even worse. Doesn't it look like some kind of truck version of Stephen King's Christine? Kind of snarling, ready to leap off the hill at you?
Sweet dreams tonight!
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