Hello there, Monday

[rebeccmeister]

I managed to get myself to the boathouse this morning, in advance of what is going to be a long day (9 pm circadian timepoint). However, as I removed my bicycle from the bike garage this morning, I managed to both roll my bike through and step in some dog poo because it's dark by the garage doors and I generally don't bother to turn lights on. Yargh.

Some dog or another likes to poop right there about once a month. Part of me wants to collect up the feces into a pile right next to the sidewalk along with a sign that says, "We're sick and tired of this shit!"

But I probably won't do that. Too many other projects that are more important/worthwhile.

After griping about pants both here and on Facebook, a good friend of mine from the Arizona days offered to send along some of her hand-me-down pants. She and I are the same size and this was also a great excuse to catch up a bit. So that was comforting.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Stepping in dog poo ranks pretty high up there as a pet peeve for me. One of our neighbors got so sick of a guy that walked his dog at 4am in our yards and never cleaned up a single mess that she started bagging it up and throwing it in his driveway.

It didn't seem to have any real effect but the gentleman died a few months later and thus the problem was effectively solved.

Good luck with the pants!

-Sonja

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Still, altogether, it might have been a good idea to have stayed in bed all day today. Sigh.