Oh yeah, I'm toast!
I ran out of energy around 9am.
The machine that I am, was running on fat fumes I suppose.
Mowing the lawn was on my agenda after work.
But then I had to stay late.
Then I had to run a few errands.
Followed-up by some Solomonster time.
Running into darkness.
You don't suppose I planned it that way, do you.
Crap, now I have to get up really early on a Saturday.
The lawn really needs a cutting and it's going to be 90 degrees tomorrow.
I don't mind heat, but I do not want it in April.
Alright Dr. Flab, where are you?
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Hope you got to cut the grass today, I swear, I think the thermometer on the back deck said 97...I swear.
I did my obligatory work in the yard, redid the container plants and mucked about a bit then...back inside for sensible temps.
...could always hire a yard crew I guess.
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