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ksmithNo writing yesterday, but major grocery/housewares shopping, followed by cooking, eating, and then in a burst of what-the-hell-am-I-doing, cleaning out and rearranging the rest of the floor-level kitchen cupboards. All so I would have a place to put the canned dog food. It was the kitchen equivalent of cleaning my office when all I wanted to do was move the computer UPS from the desk to the floor. Things just tend to snowball.
Bed at midnight or so, and not up until 10. I needed the sleep, I guess, but I hate losing daylight. I think that means I'm a lark, I don't know. It's my impression that larks arise at 5-6 am, and I tend to sleep a little later than that when left to my own devices. In truth, my own devices veer toward 'bed at 12-1, up at 10,' which seems to fall between lark and owl. Barn swallow? House finch?
Rain during the night, which we didn't need. Today, the sky is...blue--God, it's been too long--with scattered cloud. Much less humidity. 70s. We're supposed to get another burst of heat, then another cool down in time for the Labor Day weekend. I'm taking next Friday off as well, which means four lovely days off. Maybe I'll finally get that damned hydrangea moved.
Everyone's lawn has that overgrown Springtime look to it, with more green than is usual for late summer. I've hear that wet summers lead to bright fall colors, and I hope that's true.
As I was pulling out of my driveway yesterday, I saw a doe and her two half-grown fawns dining in the neighbor's yard. The car spooked Mamma--her tail went up and she herded her kids around the house to the backyard. Kids' tails went up, as well. That spring-loaded deer trot.
I had kicked the pups outside for an hour or so to sleep in the sun. They're inside now, and dozing. Midday siesta. Mickey's taking his in the hallway instead of my office since the tap-tap of the keyboard annoys him. A dog's life is a hellish one.
Bed at midnight or so, and not up until 10. I needed the sleep, I guess, but I hate losing daylight. I think that means I'm a lark, I don't know. It's my impression that larks arise at 5-6 am, and I tend to sleep a little later than that when left to my own devices. In truth, my own devices veer toward 'bed at 12-1, up at 10,' which seems to fall between lark and owl. Barn swallow? House finch?
Rain during the night, which we didn't need. Today, the sky is...blue--God, it's been too long--with scattered cloud. Much less humidity. 70s. We're supposed to get another burst of heat, then another cool down in time for the Labor Day weekend. I'm taking next Friday off as well, which means four lovely days off. Maybe I'll finally get that damned hydrangea moved.
Everyone's lawn has that overgrown Springtime look to it, with more green than is usual for late summer. I've hear that wet summers lead to bright fall colors, and I hope that's true.
As I was pulling out of my driveway yesterday, I saw a doe and her two half-grown fawns dining in the neighbor's yard. The car spooked Mamma--her tail went up and she herded her kids around the house to the backyard. Kids' tails went up, as well. That spring-loaded deer trot.
I had kicked the pups outside for an hour or so to sleep in the sun. They're inside now, and dozing. Midday siesta. Mickey's taking his in the hallway instead of my office since the tap-tap of the keyboard annoys him. A dog's life is a hellish one.
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Thursday night into Friday was bad. Winds and microbursts downed trees everywhere, and the Fox and Des Plaines (that's "Dez Plaines," not "Dee Plaines," all you national reporters out there) rivers are flooding. Folks are sandbagging and praying. We seemed to have missed the worst of it in my neck of the woods, for which I'm grateful. A quarter million ComEd customers were without power yesterday, and days may pass before some of them get it restored. ComEd was asking for help from surrounding states. Crews from Tennessee and Kentucky were coming in.
Good luck with the drywall party!