It was a quiet, uneventful Sunday.
Cowboy went to morning and evening services, but Badger and I stayed home.
Autumn arrived in full force.
The day brought bursts of rain, strong winds, and a sharp drop in temperature.
Even a duck would have stayed inside today.
We spent the day napping, watching TV, and reading.
The marketplace buyer texted to say his daughter had a car wreck, and now he can’t afford the pool.
He isn’t sure when, or if, he’ll be able to get it.
I reached out to the next person in line, who was a little snippy, but he says he’s coming for it tomorrow.
We’re taking a big loss, but as Cowboy reminds me, it’s been sitting unused for nearly four years.
Better to let it go for some money than watch it rust away.
Badger wasn’t feeling well, so supper fell to me tonight.
I thought I had messed up, but it wasn’t just edible; it was delicious.
Then again, sweet potatoes with a splash of schnapps can make almost anything taste good.
When the rain let up, Cowboy went out and put up a motion light on the back porch.
I thought he’d go with another solar one, but he hardwired it instead.
It’s set at human height, so animals won’t set it off, and when it comes on, wow, it’s bright.
Badger said the neighbors are probably starting to wonder about us, with cameras on every corner and more lights going up all the time.
We have two dogs that can’t be litter‑box trained or taught to use the potty.
Neither Badger nor I like to go into that pitch‑black backyard at night.
If I had my way, I’d plug that dusk‑to‑dawn security light back in, but Cowboy yapped about it wasting electricity, so it sits unused.
Heron’s in for another surprise.
Every time he spends the weekend with his girlfriend, he comes home to find yet another light has popped up.
We had another rattle.
It sounded particularly odd this time.
It happened at 6:34 PM, so possibly the mines.
The town Facebook page didn’t light up, so maybe it was just a car backfiring in the neighborhood.
Tomorrow’s squeeze‑a‑boob day.
It’s embarrassing, and since I’ve already had a biopsy, it’s nerve‑wracking too.
I wish it was just a quick blip in my day, but it’s not.
I’m freaked out.
My appointment is at a decent time, but Cowboy wants to leave an hour early.
That puts us in rush hour traffic.
I hate, hate going down that interstate.
Cowboy makes me nervous behind the wheel, and that’s the flat‑out truth.
Of course, that means I’ve got to be up at the crack of dawn.
My mother would have turned 82 today.
Her story ended at 64.
Sometimes I think about the fact that Cowboy has now lived longer than she did.
I’ll have to be heading to bed soon.
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