Windy A.F. today. Came home to find not only my lemon tree knocked over, but my full-ass trash bin.
Yay.
Oh, but we all got tipped out at work today, and man does morale improve noticeably when that happens. Suddenly everyone’s in a good mood, joking around, gettin’ shit done … running out “real quick!” for fancy coffee from the place across the street …
S.M. takes special joy in this particular managerial task, too, of course. I’ve noticed she keeps it kinda subtle - it’s picked up on damn quick, of course - but for a while she can keep up the subterfuge where she quietly pulls someone aside, and before they even have time to think, “The hell did I do now?!?” BAM!! makin’ it rain. 
In my previous rental house, a pipe leaking inside a wall was discovered when mushrooms started growing out of the carpet.
Sorry, what?
It’s not that I don’t believe you …
Ya know what? Let’s take this over to one of the many other threads for this, and leave it be for here. It started with the tattoo removal convo, but, well, mushroomed.
Sorry, y’all.
Probably, it’s a big-ass state with a wide variety of habitats.
I’m guessing they like scrubland kind of territory? If so, I never lived there, though I passed through many a time.
Projecting a bit? 
You have incredible fortitude, and I admire your ability to soldier through such a difficult time.
Please accept this medal
for your bravery, and help yourself to a lollipop on your way out.
I have a chicken thigh thawing with the intention of baking that sucker up for dinner, and soaking up the buttery, oniony juices with some crusty rolls.
Or possibly bean soup with kielbasa.
Forgot about dumb soup. This is also an option, and it has indeed gone from “sticky warm” (yesterday) to "brrrrrrrr!" (today) cuz Mama Nature forgot to take her meds again.
Thanks for reminding me about my own stuff!
Also reeeeeeally need to put the clean fitted sheet onto the mattress.
I want it all done; I just donwanna, yanno, be the one putting forth the effort.
Sometimes cats are such masters of hedonism. And then, sometimes, I look at one and think, “This is comfortable for you?”
I can assure you in that particular instance, the devil’s pondwater was involved. Guy was ddddrrrrruuuuunnnnkkkk.
Some procurement was achieved so I need to put that away.
Make dinner decision - if roasting thigh, now is the time to decide & start prep.
If dumb soup, procrastination can ensue.
Make bed.
Retrieve MOAR LAUNDRY.
It never ends, does it?