I was out having my Exertions. Now I’m going to do dishes and laundry and stuff.
The laundry is done on this end, and my back is killing me.
I didn’t park in my usual spot when I came back, but parked down by the mail boxes. I could park by Charlie’s but I’m afraid it would wake him and Cindy2 up when I backed out.
I just don’t understand Greg. I’m not going to make a big deal of it, though, because there isn’t enough time left here to worry about it.
By the time Ross parked on the other side of me I had to squeeze to get in the truck. Both he and Greg are parked right on the lines. They want room? They can have it.
If it weren’t for having chores to do, life would be nothing but exertions.