Oh, to be thirty again–or forty, or fifty!! Weed-wacking can be (**is**) a big job!! My bare foot got too close to the line and I was “wacked.” The manager of maintenance reminded me this morning that my yard needed attention. “I know, I know. I’ll start it shortly.” It took most of the morning; it’s 12:35 and I just came in moments ago. (Time for some iced sun tea.) Eight-four degrees outside; eighty-one degrees inside. I’m relying on the oscillating fan right now; I don’t think I need the air-conditioner. ~~ I’m heading for the shower, and then “doctor” my wound. ~~ FYI: The ants were an overnight unexpected unwanted addition to the yard. Thankfully I knew where the Ant-B-Gone was stored (a purchase in North Carolina).

Postscript, 5:45 PM: Took a nap; did very little all afternoon. Tonight, I’m revisiting an old activity: Square Dancing. I’ve been waiting for a new class to begin. After thirty-five years… I need to ease into this.

The Ant-B-Gone seems to have killed the pests!!