Windows

Not the PC kind, the glass things in walls . . . those windows. Yes, I washed just a few; it was traumatic. Then I came in and wandered into another part of the house and looked out a window and my inner essence went auuugggghhhhhhh – because this house has lots of windows and all of them need washing.

One might think I am in a bad mood this morning; well, not really. Although while typing that I remembered the line from Next of Kin – the one that was vaguely: This ain’t bad, but it’s coming.

It is overcast and chilly out . . . and Monday. The grass is very green and getting taller and maybe I might go out and mow it, but I think it is going to rain, and that would be water coming down on me and my electric mower.

I have already had one water/electric incident today: Someone left a 52 oz size Icee glass on the table with about two inches of melted Icee in it. When I went to pick it up, my phone slipped from my fingers and fell in. We will see how well this Otter Box works. Perhaps you heard my screams; they were not unlike those uttered when hungry Summer waited for her frozen pizza to cook and then when the timer went off, she realized she hadn’t turned the oven on.