But even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all

Today was another do-nothing day.

Badger and Cowboy were gone most of the morning. 
Mondays are Badger’s appointment days.

They came home and brought me a coffee from 60 Beans Coffee. 
Badger said she didn't like it. 
It was no coffee and all Hershey’s Syrup. 
I can't disagree, but I thought it was rather tasty.

I spent the morning finishing up my TV series.
I actually found a Reddit thread about it. 
Campy and cheesy were the main comments.
Hard to believe that it came out about 26 years ago. 
Seems like only yesterday it was 2000.
If you have Prime Video, give “The Tenth Kingdom” a try.
I'll admit that I fast-forwarded through a lot of it, but it was still a good watch.
The shepherdess contest with the sheep version of “We Will Rock You” by Queen was… well, let’s just say I rewound that part more than once.

Heron came back from his girlfriend’s.
I caught him and Cowboy out in the backyard staring at that tree like two puzzled lumberjacks.
Something tells me that tree will survive another year, minus most of its limbs.
It's just too high up for a non-professional to cut.
Cowboy got fussed at by Heron for cutting down what he did.
Him up on that rickety ladder was just plain dangerous.

We had a little hurt feelings going on.
Lady caught a rat and shook it until, as Heron described it, its guts shot out.
Badger and I were not as appreciative as Heron and Cowboy.
That was just disgusting and nasty.
We made him take Lady to the backyard and hose the living daylights out of her.
Then put her in the tub and bathe her.
Then I sanitized that bathtub four times.
I'm not OCD like Badger, but I sure to heck don't want rat germs.
Lady has been banished to the dog bed on the floor.

Time for Cowboy to head to work came pretty fast.

Heron headed out with a truckload of scrap metal to find a scrap metal yard.

Badger and I headed down to the Creek Church. 
We sat down there for about an hour. 
It's a peaceful spot to just sit and recharge your batteries.

We've not gone walking since Monday, at least not towards the Creek Church anyway. 
They tore down one of those old 1800s houses. 
When my in‑laws’ house burned the town was crying about losing one of the original 1800s houses. 
And now they just casually tear down one, a piece of the town’s history. 
I hadn't gone inside, of course, but it didn’t look like it was in such bad shape that it couldn't have been restored.
And they were fast! 
It was gone, all the wood gone, bare ground.

Cowboy, having grown up in such a house with only wood heat, says I'm crazy,
but I would have loved to own one of those huge old houses.
Of course, you'd have to be rich to restore one, put in central air and heat, and maintain it.
Still, come on, wouldn't you like to own a 1800s two-story house?

We came home and watched an episode of “The X‑Files.”
Badger said she had a headache and was in bed by 9 p.m.

Heron was mowing and weed‑eating the yard. 
About the time Badger went to bed he decided he wanted to grill out. 
He needed something from the Dollar Store, so while he was going out I had him pick up a bottle of ginger ale for me. 
We used to always have 7UP in the house, that's what Cowboy took to work with him. 
Now, I think he only takes water.

I'm not sure why Heron likes to cook out at 9 or 10 at night.
I keep telling him a rabid raccoon is going to attack him one of these days.
All of my kids are night owls like Cowboy, although now she's on medication, Badger has done a complete flip.
She's rather unhappily like me, in bed with the chickens and up at rooster‑crow.

I'm going to share a link with y'all. 
This is the town I grew up in.
 I lived right down the street from the post office. 
It's always been a beautiful place to live. 
It was just the people I had problems with.
Link

I think that Heron is done with supper. 
He's taken his dog and headed back to the RV, so I'll be heading to bed here soon.