It’s “Trash Day” again after the short holiday turnaround. For once, my bins are not overflowing. The fire alarms woke us up last night, once again choosing the middle of the night to malfunction. I just changed the batteries but once again wondering why it can’t sound its shrill alarms in the daylight hours? They have been a nemesis since the very week we moved in and replaced many times over. Oh, the joys of home ownership. 

When I finally got back to sleep last night, it was too quick before the morning light woke me up. It was already 85 degrees, feeling like 95, so I shortened my run to the minimum mile. Naturally, after I got done, a nice cloud cover cooled things off a bit, but the heat is getting to me. My sweat drenched running clothes have become an issue with my wife, who seems to offer a suggestion for improvement to me first thing every morning. We were, however, able to get the covers over the couch cushions back on with minimal disagreement, after running them through the wash. I then took the ladder back in the garage that I left out at 3a, thinking I might need it if the alarms went off again. ‘What if someone drops by?” my wife fretted. I don’t seem to be as worried about these things as she is. 

With running, sweating, laundry, home maintenance and swimming out of the way, I can focus on this blog for a few minutes before the next interruption. There’s always a project to do when you own a home, thankfully she’s now in the swimming pool. I removed the bloated frog before she got in. She was just over at a neighbors spraying weed killer on their paved driveway, as if she can’t find enough to do here. She then dropped a loose screw on my desk that she found on the ground. I it doesn’t mean to imply “screw you!” I’ll certainly be in trouble if she ever reads this. Love you, dear!