Well. Tuesday already. Or as my still employed friends put it, Oh Lord, it’s only Tuesday.
I didn’t get anything done yesterday, though I had good intentions. I decided to mow, and discovered that the tire was flat on the tractor and the bead was off the rim. So I jacked the tractor up and re-inflated the tire, released the jack, grabbed the gas can. The empty gas can. Went back into the house.
So here it is Tuesday. The grass is as high as, well, high … as in unmowed. So I fidget about as I write this morning missive. Yeah … gotta get dressed and go get gas. Then air up the tire again. Then mow.
It usually takes me four hours to mow everything down to civilized living, but that is when I have kept up with the mowing. It is so high now that I can only mow half swaths to keep the mower from clogging up with green goo.
But for the moment, I have a nearly empty cup, but there is a full pot in the kitchen, and four fudge macaroons in the cookie jar. The day isn’t a total loss.