Today is garbage day. Always a good day unless the can gets blown over and crap is strewn down the road, hither and yon. Which are fancy words I never use but just did. I like the weekly fresh start an empty can gives you. It’s the same feeling I get when I take a load of junk to the dump or burn our burn pile. A feeling my world is just a little less cluttered. Come to think of it, I think I still need to flush the cat box. It doesn’t actually flush, I have to dump it in the trash can. Today is best so it’s gone and I don’t have to smell it all week.
The day begins in earnest, walking down driveway 100 feet to dump the cat box. Way fun. I hope the dust that rises off the contents as I dump it does not cause some crazy ailment. It stinks to high heaven but we can only hope that’s all.
At 945 I left to go see Rachel about my hair. She is our old tenant here and she does our hair. All of us. Emily had her hair done last night and when I arrived this morning Rachel wanted to hear all about jury duty Monday. Emily told her only that she had to ask about it and nothing else. So I told her the whole sordid tale. Turns out she is like Marika and wanted to high five me for calling them out. Only my wife has been a little against my tirade. Of course I can’t discount Emily’s opinion. But I think I’m right and my behavior in court was just.
After Rachel I went to the hardware store and bought a battery for the garage remote. (Just a reminder, my short loud mouthed obnoxious sister thinks these items are boring. But she is a legal dwarf and can’t see over the dashboard.) My remote has been crapping out on me and I am getting annoyed.
Off to work. I love work! It gives life meaning. Know what I mean? Me neither. Work sucks. I spent the day doing my usual mix of calls and paperwork. Nothing special or outstanding. The individual deadline is coming up on the 15th Donovan extra busy. Though not extra happy. Lots of work was the goal when I was thirty. Quality of work is all that counts now. I was head down on the Tak’s at hand till about 615 pm and then ran out the door screaming. Kidding. No screaming. Running, yes.
Managed to get home near 7. Put away garbage cans, let in the dogs, fed the dogs, made dinner for Emily and I (she got home right about this point) and sat down for a fine meal. If not fine, tasty and filling. I am going to do he dishes in a minute. Emily went up to bed whining about being tired. Whatever. I don’t mind doing the dishes.
So I am gonna clean dishes and go to bed. If I am a good boy maybe I can concentrate on a decent post tomorrow.