After yesterdays rant and todays rain and gloom, I don’t feel up to writing much of anything. Which does not mean a great deal.
The news doesn’t improve: dra-mama is faced with his own mouth in Syria. I wonder if he’s sorry for the military cuts now. He’s spread them pretty thin.
The DOJ is keeping a very low profile.
And the hurt calf went down last evening. I needed the tractor to get it on its feet again.
The rest of today will be spent installing security cameras. The complete project is looking like it will not finish until Wednesday, next week.
The Renters Wife reported a suspicious event yesterday. Her garage door had been pried open and certain tools moved about the shed by persons unknown. She has a way of arranging certain things to indicate if they’ve been moved. Those things were, plus the car door had been left less than fully closed.
She’d removed most of the most stolen items from the car, so wasn’t too upset over this; other than to report it.
I’m back to work.
Oh! Renters Wife liked the mower. So did her brother – he’s the one that examined and repaired it for giving away.
From the reaches,