Less than six hours sleep for two nights in a row will do that.
The excitement of being a homeowner never stops. It's supposed to rain later tonight, so I spread the crabgrass treatment/fertilizer in the backyard. It's the first time I did it, and I don't think I did a very good job--I seemed to go through that one-bag-does-5000 sq ft-bag pretty quickly. Missed a few spots. Oh well, we're not trying for a billiard table-type lawn here, just something that looks halfway decent. With two dogs, billiard table ain't gonna happen.
The doggy septic tank was empty again. This time I added about 8 gallons of water. We've got drainage, yes we have,
Wrote a wee amount last night. Also started a new Ian Rankin Rebus mystery entitled THE BLACK BOOK. Started with two guys flinging a (dead) body over a cliff, then assaulting a policeman. Rebus is going to have some fun, I can tell.
This weekend will be busy as I prep for the junk guy's visit on Monday. He charges by the truckload, so anything I can clear out of there beforehand will be that much less he needs to load. Cleaning and organizing Dad's tools will take some time. Making that garage look like a garage. I look at some of the stuff he saved, and I start talking to the air. "Dad--what were you thinking? I mean, a roll of that orange plastic fencing they use to keep things from blowing across roads and such--what was the point?"
I'm guilty of packratism myself at times, but I'm currently fighting the urge to toss it all in a pile and light a match. I'm sure I'd regret it in the morning and besides, it would play hell with my allergies. Which are acting up quite nicely, thank you.
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