Well, here it is, Hump Day, or, as I like to call it, the middle of the week. The weather is almost glorious. Temps are going to be up into the mid 70s (F) again today, and tomorrow as well. Sunshine is abounding. We have the same forecast for tomorrow, and... damn, I have to work. That means I'll need to get more yardwork done today. Of course, there's always Friday.
An yesterday was a good day. Much was done, including a mowing of the verge, that's my lawn. Two loads of laundry were washed and hung out on my drying rack to dry. I planted the bean sprouts and Howie immediately dug 3 of them up. He finds running around with them in his mouth quate enjoyable for some reason. He's back to eating his dogfood. This is a good thing.
New neighbors moved into the big apartment on the hill to my right, Cathy and John. They are in their mid 50s and so far seem nice. Chatty. She likes to sit on their deck and talk on the phone, loudly. This means I can hear her conversations. Yesterday she was talking to her mom about meds. They spent at least 5 minutes talking about Dristan, though they never mentioned if they meant the pills or the nasal spray. Evidently her father, who seems to have died, preferred Dristan to everything else.
And my box of Josh Cellars wine arrived yesterday. Someone asked me if Eli and Max would drink this wine. The answer is most definitely.
