It Happens
It happens that when I need to get up from my sleep and the time is after four, there is already noise out on our street which is a thoroughfare. Swift Eckrich food processing is only four blocks north of us and there are three rotating shifts.
This morning, after I had gotten up, going back to sleep was not to be. It happens. It happens and it’s not a serious thing. After we had showered before going to bed last night the laundry basket beckoned me. I closed the bathroom door and went about my Monday chores, though a bit earlier than usual.
The coffee pot goes off at six in the morning. I started it a bit earlier. When Dennis got up at six, I was on my second cup.
With the extreme wet, we have had our share of ants in the house of various sizes. Neighbor Jan north of us has reported likewise. The best way to not have them is to keep everything tidy in the kitchen and bathroom.
After the heavy fog lifted and the dew had dried off, Dennis headed out to the blue barn acre with his vegetation spray. It does take about five days but death by spraying does work. Dennis was home by 1:30 and he hung is heavier jacket up in the back entry. It did provide shelter from the mosquitoes. His winter cap pulled down low helped but when the buzzing about his face got hard to ignore, he called it quits until another day. I know he will tackle it another day. His mantra: slow but sure.
I spent several hours in the studio. Some containers on the shelf of sewing supplies were able to be combined. It felt good to take a serious look. I have three containers left to go through.
I am looking out the south window of my bedroom porch and our neighbor is mowing his yard. Only his eyes are visible from his face mask. His hoodie is tied tight and he has a straw hat pulled extra low. He could pass for the Lone Ranger.
Dennis and I have agreed on Subway for supper. Sweet!
I have not napped today and I know sleep will come easily tonight.
With that I take my leave. ♥