Good morning, my friends. It’s Monday. Another Monday.
When will they stop?
It’s a chilly morning, more like early October than late August. I’m curled up in the cuddly robe. Chaucer is curled up against one arm, what bit of the robe he can access. Mal is ding the same on the other side of me. I refuse to close any windows. I have cat-warm.
I was supposed to text my lawn guy a week ago and forgot every day. Now, I don’t even know if I should bother. I probably should have one last mow done before I put the house up on the market. The weather is supposed to return to more seasonal temps, and I shouldn’t count on the yard dying just yet. Plus, in some spots in the back yard, the grass is just tall enough to interfere with my poi in some maneuvers.
This morning, the first thing I noticed was how nice the stairs and entryway looked as I went downstairs. After yesterday’s cleaning, the clutter that filled that little area is gone. It also looks great because the doormats are still out on the deck. I’ll give them a good shake and put them back inside before I leave.
I’m 99% certain that today is a split shift with a couple of the floaters. It may even before a full shift for one of them, but it’s certainly not StressedRPh. This might actually be a really good Monday, because the floaters seem to be able to handle multitasking things better than StressedRPh.
I’ll probably spend half the shift obsessively checking my email for a shipping notice from Flowtoys. Next weekend is a long weekend, and the only thing on the agenda, other than cleaning more, is a vet appointment for the boys. I’ll have a full three days to mess with them.
I can’t wait.
