In the spirit of unofficial onerous task day I exchanged some boots into a bigger size to accommodate some actual winter weight socks. Couldn't just go up a size so a slightly less cute style but now in GRAY. Y'all know how I feel about gray. It was an onerousish task because I loathe the mall.

I also did yoga today. Wow, out of practice. I should really go tomorrow too.

Does anyone else have to force themselves into laze?

The words LOOK like English...

But they aren't. I checked. They are not my language at all. I wish they were...

Happy birthday, shrift. I wish it were a better day for you.

How early is not too early to mow the lawn on a weekday? As a matter of neighborhood etiquette.

7?

Sweet, I probably won't get on it quite that early.

Yeah, I'd say on a weekday, since I tend to sleep in, I'd be annoyed at someone mowing the lawn at 7 (well, these days there's no lawn to mow and it's still DARK at 7, but in summer), but I wouldn't think it was out of line. If that makes sense.

On the weekend, I would curse their names.

I'd go with 8 am as a good mowing starting time, myself.

7 is the earliest acceptable, mainly in the summer (due to heat,) but I'd still feel free to curse, even if I was already up.

I wish I had some vaporub to stuff up my nose. TOO MANY SMELLS.

Yeah, an hour before the standard workday begins seems reasonable. Two hours would be pushing it.

7 a.m. on weekends would be grounds for acquittal.

People cursing my name over coffee is exactly what I want to avoid. I'll try 8 and see how hoppin' the neighborhood is by then. The professionals who do my neighbor's yard often start at 9, so I know that's pretty safe, but that's late enough I'll have been distracted by other tasks, knowing me.

ION, I thought I was charging my remote all day, but just noticed (mere minutes before TV I want to watch starts airing) that the other end of the charging cable wasn't plugged into anything. Supergenius.

flea, that is so sad and scary.

Well, I still haven't done flex stuff, b/c my friend who's moving in came by, but I'm counting that as productive even if two glasses of wine, some very fine chocolate, and a gabfest isn't even close to onerous.

I still could do flex stuff. Hmm. Setting a timer for 15 minutes. And then can I have a gold star, Hec?

Y'all know how I feel about gray.

This is one way to tell that Cass and I are not the same person, for I love gray. Generally in combination with really bright colors, which is one way to tell juliana and I apart.

In case y'all were confuzzled.