Day Seventeen: Woke up at 8am, blinked, then it was 10:30... apparently I missed peanut butter toast... didn't even smell it, I must have been tired. Made my own damn breakfast and while eating made a plan of attack for the day. Finish bunker reinforcement... add another 200 cubic feet of storage, sealed, locked, hidden from potential raiders... shit, all day and I only got one board put in and was too beat to go on... might have been having to deal with someone else's prior concrete job, meh... Apparently while I did that Lawson went out and shoveled the walkway and put down some salt... haven't used that since they changed the law and burglars are not allowed to sue you for slipping on your icy driveway... since then I've just kept a bucket of silverware and a cheap camera by the door so if someone falls I can go out quickly, sprinkle the silverware around them and snap a photo of them lying on the ground amidst the ill gotten booty... case closed. Not sure what the 2 of them had for lunch but they didn't bring me any... and they wonder why I don't work around the house so much, it's because if I work through lunch no one feeds me... I did get Dinner, Heather made pulled pork and coleslaw, I put that on the last bun and Lawson asked why we were eating so many sandwiches (he hates them, one a week is too many)... I took his toast out of the toaster, buttered it, cut it in half, put it on his plate with the pulled pork and slaw, said there... you don't have to have a sandwich... I should have put plate dividers between his foods so they didn't actually touch each other. This evening we watched a documentary on Belize, I knew not of the extent of the reef there...and Heather goes, 'Those are the hammerhead sharks that were under our canoe! Lawson asked it they were the exact same ones or other hammerhead sharks that just looked like those ones... because Heather hates sharks and he likes to push her buttons... I explained to him that it wasn't far from there and the time frame was correct so it could be some of the same sharks and confirmed that is was our white canoe he's been in... he didn't realize how many places we've canoed with it or how old it was. We are working our way through Central America, tomorrow maybe Honduras.