Welp. All the chores I set for myself for today are done, except for gassing up the truck, which I will do in the morning.
The haircut will have to take a back seat once again.
I’ve had some phone calls that I need to make, but somehow, the mornings have been taken up with other stuff. And still, they wait. And since this is Monday, the calls will have to wait another day, at least. I don’t call anyone on Mondays, because, having been a telephone CSR, I know what the word “slammed” means when it comes to incoming calls.
Epic Fail Latino Lawn Service was here today, cutting grass that is still winter brown. There has been no fertilizer put on it, which is usual, this time of year, so I have no idea what the end game is. All I know is that they were very noisy and left dried cuttings all over my sidewalk. I really need that, after the wind last night. (It actually shook the building.) My patio is full of leaves that were stubbornly hanging on to the branches.
And the mulberry trees are greening up. Ohnoez... sneezy, watery-eye, headachy spring in Vegas. I need to get another bottle of Benadryl. Soon.
You’re a living marvel. I remembered I needed to get the flea drops for cats, so I took Frank and went to the vet.