The work week? Still crapolicious, but at least the weekend is in sight.

A rather unexciting day, but one that was punctuated by moments of sheer frustration. So, you know, that made it go faster.

I think my post-work housr will be filled with yard work and perhaps laundry; both of which sorely need to be done. I don’t really mind yard work. Oh, I grumble and groan and get sweaty. But something just feels right about it. I feel like I’m doing something. I can see the progress.

Laundry, on the other hand….

Haaaate. If I ever decided to hire some sort of cleaning person, I might assign laundry as the top priority. I know it’s not hard, but it’s really the only chore I’ve never been able to find some redeeming vaule in. Other than not having clothes covered by bbq stains.

What?

I’m rambling.

Time to go.