And one month later. . . . in It's a llittle llazy over here

. . . and another entry.

I have been quite tired lately. The weather's turned hot and staying up to the wee hours hasn't been doing me any good. Luckily, today is Sunday so not wanting to go back to work keeps me up long enough to write.

New York is less than two months away now. Madness.

Work is OK. Static. I'm not going anywhere fast, but then I'm not trying to go anywhere fast. I'd like more money, but I wouldn't like more work and/or responsibilities. Inexplicably, these things seem to be linked in some way.

Yes. Life is just, um, fair like that sometimes. . . .

Aaaaaaanyway. Movenpick Swiss icecream. Look it up, find some, buy it and eat it. Just do it. Trust me on this, and you can thank me later.

I get paid on Tuesday. . . I get my bonus. I plan to spend about half of it on nice things for me. The rest will put us a step closer to a new bathroom. Lordy lordy, my life is exciting sometimes.

On that theme, I chucked about half a ton of lawn weed-killer on what we laughingly call our lawn, because I'm not sure what the technical term is for a patch of weeds with a couple of blades of grass peeking through. I suspect we will have no lawn left by the middle of the week.

I do not garden well. I think it's a retiree thing, really, because retirees are the only people with enough spare time to actually keep on top of a sodding garden. Bah. First world problems and all that. . . .

It's the Commonwealth Games! Woo! Like the Olympics except that you can only turn up if we used to own/enslave your country, I think. We used to do a lot of that kind of thing.

I need to go to sleep. And catch up on entries. I will do the second thing first. If I do it the other way round then that's probably not going to work.

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