It’s another damned Sunday. I got nothing.
Chaucer is in asshole mode, which is a new development this morning. He’s been alternating between asshole mode, which means he’s teasing Knickknack and running up to where she’s sleeping or trash talking her from Mom‘s room. He really wants to play today.
We went grocery shopping, and did our normal Saturday things yesterday. Walmart was uneventful. I walked out with about $35 worth of stuff, which is probably the lowest amount I’ve spent weekly since I came down here. I considered doing my laundry, but instead wrote a review
Brian mowed the lawn. Mom and I stayed inside, where the blistering sun wouldn’t burn us up. They went out to their friend’s house for a little while in the afternoon to replace batteries in the smoke alarms. He’s the only one they trusted to stay on the ladder needed to reach the 12′ ceilings. By that point in the afternoon, the sun had shifted to the front yard and I was able to go out back for some spin time.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t handle much more than about 20 minutes because my sunglasses kept sliding down my face. I went out after sunset, and shit was a lot better. Like, phenomenally better.