Morning, all!
Yesterday was a very enjoyable day of slothing…not quite at the pro (i.e., swampy) level, but close.
Today will be mostly sloth, but my volunteer committee is getting together for lunch (a social gathering; no “work”) and I’ll be hopping in the shower soon and then heading to that. Happily, the place our chairman selected is only 15 minutes away. There are several fellow committee members who I haven’t met in person yet; I’m looking forward to seeing folks IRL (vs our monthly Zoom meetings).
I am a car person, but for whatever reason I’ve never named any of mine. At one point I started referring to my previous car as The Gray Lady, but I didn’t stick with it (plus, that wasn’t really a name). My mom actually tried to name my first car: it was a white VW Rabbit, and for a while she tried to get me to call it Harvey. I got the joke, but I was in college and no one else I knew would have gotten it…and, I wasn’t inclined to name the car at all.
Agreed.
(I finished that book yesterday.)
Woo hoo! Congrats! 
That’s exactly how I described it to my mom’s best friend (my “aunt,” who recommended that author/series)! Somewhere around book #3 I told her that I’d starting thinking of my reading time as visiting Three Pines*.
I started book #10 last night, and it still feels that way.
*Except The Beautiful Mystery, of course. My aunt had warned me there was one story not set in Three Pines! She didn’t care for it, but I didn’t mind: I found the story interesting, and it advanced the Gamache and Beauvoir characters quite a bit. I was happy to return to Three Pines, though.
Thanks! I’m responsible for all of the outdoor maintenance: I pay a lawn company for mowing, leaf removal, and gutter cleaning. I also hired them to do the landscaping cleanup a couple of years ago.
I’m responsible for pretty much everything, actually: I make a good-faith effort to fix most things myself before asking the property manager for help, and I pay for everything a homeowner would (water, trash, etc.) except the property taxes – but I know those are baked into my rent.
You’d never guess it from that photo, but the yard is a good size: it’s a small house, and sits on a 1/4 acre lot – which isn’t huge, but is pretty big for a neighborhood so close to DC. All of the lots here are like mine, plus there’s no HOA, which is why everywhere you go the original small houses are being torn down and big $1M+ homes are being put up. In the 8+ years I’ve lived here I’ve watched the houses facing and next to mine be built, plus two houses that I can see from my patio (on the street behind me), a house catty-corner to mine, etc. At any given time, there is at least one construction project happening every ~2 blocks. I used to worry that one day my landlord would get an offer from a developer that he couldn’t refuse, but he seems to be happy for the time being. I just need him to keep the place for as long as Bailey stays with me… 
Sometimes I use “woo hoo” instead, but I often still go with “woot.” That doesn’t really mean anything in terms of what’s still “done,” though. 