Not moving quickly, exactly.

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It's already noon and I still haven't made it to town.  Oh, I do think I will make it.  After tinkering with that sink for an overlong and taxing period, it slowed me down.  And, well, the mousetrap took a bit longer than I had anticipated.  A simple chore, to be sure.  But... I wanted the can well rinsed, and that took a bit.  And then getting the wood for the gangways took a bit.  Everything just... took a while.  Not moving quickly, or feeling particularly energetic.  I don't care, mostly, so long as it got done.  I doubt if it will work.  I always doubt.  I'll know tomorrow.

Valves, first, and a couple of caps.  I know I have plumber's tape, and any tools I might need.  I wish they carried gumption, regular or spray, and maybe elbow grease.  That I'll have to supply it seems.  Then tobacco.  I'm out, and that isn't helping.  Finally, a bit of cream, milk, cabbage, and cole slaw makings, and a few odds and ends beyond, plus a pork roast.  Shouldn't take too long.  It's a holiday though, who knows if traffic will be jacked or calm...  It depends of if the kiddies go home more than stay, and that's dependent on weather, dad's checkbook and how mom feels, and how the kids feel about it all.  Hard to tell.  Well, and a bit, it depends on how many people have decided to go to the mountains for a break.  There are simply just so many paths in any direction, so gridlock can happen at the slightest of enlarged interest in travel.  I just can't see how four to six hours of bumper to bumper travel, or more, up, then back, could be... restful.  Meh...  I'll make it, either way.

Gosh.  I am definitely hoping for mice tomorrow.  If so, I'll know the thing works and I'll find out if Sassy is a real killer or just the powder puff she usually pretends.  I'm hoping for two, just in case Sassy knows her stuff.  I know Sam wouldn't mind... lending me a hand with the pests.  She is such a dear that way.  What is it... something about true friends is great, but true love will help dispose the bodies?  Well...  Something doomy like that. 

A bit more coffee then on into town.  And, yeah, I've been posting heavily in order to... try to push a trip to town through.  It's just what is required.  Or it can help, sometimes.  Something about an attempt at truth in advertising, borne to even the least of us.

Later.