Chapter 4, Page 24...
So Friday, work went well, despite the potential for it to be horrendous. But the other agency that I had to interface with today, unlike most months when I have to, didn't cause any problems. And the rest of the day, despite the afternoon being a bit busy, was no real problem.
When I got home, I immediately went out front to de-weed the front garden. Or as much as I could before my legs gave out. And that was only about a quarter of the garden. My thighs and calves just could take no more squatting down, or bending slightly, but constantly, as I dug those damn thistles out. I swept up the ones I had removed and spread the weed killer over the bare part, and then packed it in for the day. Next time I get out there, I'll have on old pants and probably sit or kneel directly down. I should last longer that way.
I came inside, ate the Freddie's Sub I bought on the way home (DELISH!) and then settled in to watch another Doctor Who series: "The Androids Of Tara." Meh.
After this, and bit of putzing online, I went to bed about 830, read for a bit over and hour and then was asleep before 1000.
POLT
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