I got my place processed today. Grass mowed, edges trimmed. My landlord Steve asked me if I would like to take care of this myself when I moved in, and I said hell no. Probably would have had a reduction in rent, but hell no.

Steph and I had a big property to maintain back in Idaho, I bought a sweet gas powered mower from Ace Hardware, and she mowed.

I don't mow! I've never been on one of those noisy pieces of lawn mowing machines that torment my neighborhood. Let grass grow!

My neighbor Daniel is on drugs. He's having surgery to remove a cyst from the bottom of his foot tomorrow and he will be down for two months. He's been hanging out over here all day, mostly sleeping and snoring in his chair.

His wife will take care of him for the most part, but she works graveyard shift at the cookie factory, so I'll be stepping in when needed.

My goal tomorrow is to do laundry early at the Wishy Washy, feed my birds, and then have lunch down in Anderson, AL at the Fish Creel. Such is life in the South.

I'm looking over at Daniel passed out in his chair, and I ain't hearing no noise. He could be dead! No wait, I see a slight movement from his chest.

I'm driving a tubing bus on Thursday mid-day. I initially turned them down, saying I was going to be in Roatan Honduras. Then I said my handler was able to move that up, and make some time to do the run.

Anyway, that's my life!