Gomez via Winamp, a heavy misty fog over the city, and another 8 hours at "work" staring me in the face. I have a few small things to take care of, but mostly I'm looking at another day of rather abysmal prospects--at least where keeping busy is concerned. Would that I had the prerogative to just stay home on days like this (note: I never realised that word was spelled like that! I had to look it up just now.). *sigh*
There was another couple came to see the house yesterday afternoon, but again I was unable to get away to retrieve the puppies, so I don't know how it went. Monica said she could go over and get the dogs out, but I'm wagering she didn't. It was raining, and who wants to walk strange dogs in the rain? I need to call her anyway, because the flyers she FINALLY got out yesterday (after I called, what, Sunday?) are all wet with said rain. Again: *sigh* Things just aren't happening the way they should. I should probably, in fact, just dig up good ole St. Joseph before I ruin his reputation further.
So it's Thursday. Two more days til the weekend. I mowed Tuesday night, but with the rain I'll probably have to do it again before Monday rolls around. Gotta put the mower back together... Gotta get the hell out of here and see my honey before I go seriously mad.
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