Man. Why can’t it stay this way year-round? (I know. I'm starting to sound like I'm stuck on repeat.) But it was so beautiful over the weekend! And while it’s just over 50 and the dew is very thick this morning, I’ll still take it. It’s going to be 75 or more again today – not early November weather at all. I’m lovin’ it.
Except for feeling like someone kicked the hell out of me, I feel pretty good for a Monday. I think part of it is the satisfaction of knowing that the shrubs from Hell have made my life miserable for the last time. Believe me, there’s a lot to be said for that. I couldn’t help but grin at the front of the house as I left today. The bare dirt spots will be gone soon enough and the front of the house will finally be done. (At which point I can officially update the This D*mn House photo.)
The bus was practically curb service this morning. It’s being rerouted right down my street for the foreseeable future (and I’ve heard upwards of two years) because of overpass construction on its normal route. It started at the end of last week and today was my first day to try it from home, instead of driving to the depot (where I know exactly when it leaves.) I literally walked across the street and about 25 feet to the corner. A few minutes later, there it was! If I weren’t already a rabid supporter of mass transit, it would be hard to not become a converted commuter with this kind of convenience.
Tonight, I should even be able to get out on my side of the street – no four lanes of traffic to cross. This has the potential to be a very good thing with winter coming.
The mother’s Sound Dock arrived safely on Friday. Now I’m just hoping that the adapter arrives in time. (Even though I chose expedited service, it’s coming USPS. Yeah. Snail mail. Damn.) So, cross your fingers!
This morning's good feeling may also be in knowing that this is a short week. (I’m taking the mother’s birthday off on Friday.) Unfortunately, it’s supposed to be much cooler by then – more typical November – but as of this morning, they’re saying it will be dry. Here’s hoping. Who knows what, if anything, she’ll want to do.