Well, thank you dear baby Jesus, I took a walk this morning. Been gone for a week from the trail and wouldn't you know? Some fucking asshole has dumped more trash. I've reported this stuff to the Jefferson Co. sheriff but of course that's a pretty low-priority situation.
Anyway, I'm glad I walked. It satisfies my need to suffer, as I have so often said before. I think I will put on my overalls and go clean out the hen house. Those gals are pooping up a storm these days. I have no idea what's going on there but maybe it's simply that the longer nights call for longer roosting times which means more poop. Mr. Moon is working on things at home today and that always makes me feel as if I am being spied on. He'll know what it is that I actually do around here which is not much. So after the hen house is all spick'n'span I think I'll get the Rubbermaid cart and my clippers and clean up dead stuff in the yard. That'll show him!
Maybe after that I'll spray a little Fabuloso around to make him think I actually cleaned something.
Nah. Not really.
Oh boy. He's coming in from the garage. I better get off my ass.
I suppose I can rule out a nap today too.
Oh wait. I can always talk him into taking one with me. I'll ponder that as I scrape chicken shit out of the nests.