A Special Day.
When the girl who lives next door greets you in the morning with a hearty “My puppy found a dead rat in your front yard,” you know it’s going to be a special day indeed.
Not all that special, though, except for said dead rat. I have been keeping track of the Events of Each Day in a new notebook; all I have for today is “Sent latest Farm Bill information to Ohio-based staff” and “Dead rat in front yard.”
Oh: also “Chicken Caesar wrap for lunch.” My life is just go-go-go.
I left said rat in said yard, being late for work as it was and facing a gridlock-plagued commute to boot. So it will be there when I’m able to slip out of here at 8:30ish tonight–unless that puppy decides that it wants a snack/chew toy and comes back for it.
If not, at least I get to add “Used snow shovel to put dead rat into garbage bag” to my daily record of events.