What a lovely and cool day, perfect for poop raking, and otherwise tending my fragrant garden. I can last a lot longer if it's not punishingly hot outside. I so wish the dogs had thumbs.
I stopped the mowing service for the year. I managed to get Starvin' Marvin's phone number (whose actual name is Li'l T) when he came here to sell candy for school. Hopefully he'll mow for me next year and I won't have to mess with the lawn service asshats.
I'm still weak and sickly but geezo, what a difference a day makes without a diagnosis of impending doom hanging over my head.
sounds like a good day from where you have been :-)
ReplyDeleteI thought YOU were the impending doom.. so do my shins.
ReplyDeleteHrmph, just you wait until you are subjected to my strong tooth. ~Pie
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