It is very late. How late? Well, I promised some time ago I would stop writing about how late it was when I wrote a blog post. Suffice it to say, it is late.
And I was up early. Something after 7. On the road shortly before 8. Went to the Valley to mow the lawn down at my Valley estate. It had not been mowed in two weeks. I won't be back there for a spell so I don't want it to be too shaggy by the time I get back. Also whipper snipped around the property, something that was over due.
After a quick lunch, I drove over to New Minas to drop off some electronics at the depot and then set out to buy a couple short sleeve shirts. The ones I have are getting ratty and don't owe me anything. I was gonna buy several, but I didn't feel like pay 12 dollars for a used shirt at Value Village, and the Frenchy's in NM had nearly nothing. I will keep looking.
Went to Wolfville and bought some reduced items at the IGA before returning to the city by 3:30 or so. I was greeted with the usual enthusiasm from Patricia ("Who are you? What do you want?"). Then we resumed watching Ozark on Netflix. I cooked burgers for dinner and we watched some more episodes of that fine, fine series. We watched the final episode finishing just before 11pm.
Tomorrow is the start of a major bit of construction running for 11 weeks. We will have to leave that much earlier in the mornings, and take a different route, to boot. We do not look forward to this.
Need some sleep. Lots of under-my-breath cussing to do on the way to work in the morning.