That thought crossed my mind several times since I got up, especially in view of the dreams I had.
Now the Epic Fail Lawn Service is here, trying to make me come out and throw rocks at them to get them to go away. They usually come on Fridays. Go figger.
Pest control is due, but since I went after the place with Raid a few weeks ago, this is only going to be dessert for the six-legged critters that I don’t want in my place anyway. And I seem to have developed a black widow problem so I will ask pest control to spray the perimeter of the patio. *shudder*
Beware of black widows!
Epic Fail was supposed to be doing the lawn here today. Now I know what happened!
I’m going to brush my teeth and then take this circus to the library.