Six months of quibbling on fitting-out the Upstairs Apartment & puttin' in the plumbing et al. 
My New Song is Tomorrow. Is there only one in the title? What I have been through, there are too many. The Original Broadway show Annie can certainly retire off to Ft. Lauderdale, thank you very much. "Tomorrow" is the only word I have heard from the mouths of Our Geometra & Builder. They both have poor communication skills. However, the eight letter term... dammit... translates perfectly into an Italian phrase... and God Bless Doris Day for this!!!... Che sara' sara'. Ought to be the national anthem in these parts. Gads.
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