Epic Fail Speedy Lawn Service is here today, and I’m tired of the noise, the fumes and the dust. *blech*
My arm? If it weren’t for the fact that I have fragile skin, I could probably deal with it. But any cut means the skin will be pulled back just far enough for the nerves to be exposed and for the capillaries to produce massive quantities of blood. (Or as my niece said, when she was a tiny tot, “Look, Nana! Bleed!”) Yes, that. ;o]
I should head for bed but I’m a little wired right now. I’ve looked all over creation for a “document holder” so I can get this personal history typed up for Bill the Nephew. He wants MY personal history, but I’m stuck in 1964, and can’t seem to get past it. *sheesh*
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