I’ve been pretty antsy today for some reason, and I hate that because I always make a mess trying to find something to keep my hands busy.
I heard a noise that I thought was someone at my door about 90 minutes ago, but when I checked, no one was there. For some reason, I checked the disused mail box by my door and found a card in an envelope that had been there since December.
I opened it and it was a card that Lora had put in there shortly after she had taken Harley because I had “left him for so long he was shivering.” She was offering her “help.” The woman has no clue about anything.
Just watched liftoff...
I’ve been outside, because it’s not raining. Epic Fail mowed the front lawn very poorly, even by his standards. I’m not going to pay him.