A Tuesday in a long hot summer. It is 10:02 am, I do not care what the post says.

I woke nice and early, 7:15 give or take, in spite of a 2:30 bedtime. I had thought about mowing the lawn, I just did not get to it and it is already probably too warm. Soon, I will get to that soon enough. At least I did not feel the need to go back to bed today. I would like to do a few things though. The first thing is just to get going, groom and dress, and begin feeling my way to the door. The neighbor needs to be sought, and perhaps we can work on my fishing reel while plans are set in motion for a watery retreat. Then I need to take some measurements in the garage for the chin-up bar or bars, go get the lumber, and see what is available for attaching it all. I ought to get my jump rope out when I get that done. I hate exercising in public, but until this year, I could not tolerate the heat of the garage. Things change, sometimes even for the better. While getting the wood and parts, I think a stop for a bit of grocery shopping is in order. All I really need is water, paper plates, and something else, I think. Yea, it’s a guy thing I think. I would also like to get the kitchen straightened again, and get set for bread. Though the turkey may take precedence. Dang, I’ll probably have to rearrange the whole stupid refrigerator in order to mess with the turkey, whatever I decide to do with it. Oh, then, if it cools enough this evening, perhaps the lawn will be attended. Oh, yes, school and more importantly confession. The list grows and I continue to not get enough done!

No visit this morning, so I will not worry about that. It has not kept me from doing anything, I am moving slowly anyway. Although I am curious about something. The other night, I went out later in the evening for some things and stopped by her place of employ as if a typical customer. She was not at all pleased to see me, though I was neither offensive nor even being overtly social or familiar, I do not even believe I smelled funny, strongly, good, or bad. I have asked her about it, once she changed the subject (perhaps legitimately) and last night she was already late so it was dropped. Of course, cats are odd creatures. But if dropping by work is an issue, hers or theirs, I would rather not do it (dealing with people who drop by is most of the job). As a fact, I will not do it again until this is sorted. Dogs can be finicky themselves. *woof*

Wish me luck. I certainly send you my hopes for your successes, joys, and sufficient character to handle the rest. Be ye well!