It was a cool, gray, breezy day after a weekend of high, dry heat, and I guess I should be grateful for the break in the weather, and I guess I am, except that I always find myself plodding through these sunless days like a dinosaur through a swamp, which if I think about it too hard is exactly how I feel a lot of the time. And that’s not to mention that it’s also a Monday (which I just did, and which it is).

The cooler weather must have benefited my yard guy, who was only an hour late when he showed up at nine this morning, at just about the point in time when I’d given up on seeing him at all. It’s great to see the dry grasses in the yard down to a non-threatening level, and I know I’ll sleep better. (Well, probably not, actually, knowing me.)

But the drone of weed trimmers and lawnmowers going constantly, aall daay loong made it seem almost like spending the day at the dentist’s office. Not that there’s anything wrong with dentists, but it wouldn’t be my first choice, for ambience and atmosphere anyway.

One thing I have to admit is that when somebody is outside my house working that hard (hot sun or not), I’m inside working as hard as I possibly can. Anything, you know, to avoid feeling guilty about the disparity (although I think I paid him pretty well for his day’s work). I thought he’d never leave, though. My back was killing me by the time finished, after six tonight.