Finally...

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I heard the squeaking breaks of a big truck.  Ah!  Trash, recycling?  I hurried to see which.  At 11:50, it was recycling.  They had already done the other side of t he street.  All good, no complaining.  My only complaint about that, is if I miss getting it out early enough.  Not something for which they bear any real or perceived guilt.

Anyway, I decided to grab that barrel in, and check the trash.  It, too, has been taken.  So I pulled the barrels to where they god.  Between being late and off, it has been a few weeks.  Recycling doesn't gather that fast, neither does trash while I'm not cooking often.  But, over a few weeks, there was enough, and it... gets old.  Good to see it go.

I need to make a list of things I really have to get done.  Vehicle tags, though I thought those had been moved... property tax easement... or some such... mortgage needs to be paid.  Oh, a few other things?  I don't know.  It hasn't warmed too much, out there, yet.  I could get pretty warm.  I had the front door open, to let in morning air.  It is 72 near the machine here, probably 70 most other places.  About perfect, if it would stay this way for a while.  But, no... fall, then winter.  And for good reason.

I best get to a few things...  Or... not.  Later.