Mondays have certainly turned manic.
So have the last 10 days.
Bruhonda got new shoes among other things.
Falon now has 3 veggie beds and several pots in her urban garden, as well as numerous pots of impatiens and two coleus’.
We have zinnias, a few veggies, several new perennials, and a pot of mixed petunias.
The bunnies are now housed outside in a palatial bunny condo.
The bunny condo almost did me in.
After 3 false starts early last week, we finally collected all the necessary supplies and tools and Saturday morning Falon and I set out to make the bunny move. With her help, I leveled the hutch, wired the space between the front legs to prevent bunny escape in that direction, dug trenches along both sides of the coop, planted chicken wire in the trenches, set the coop in place, pinned the wire to the ground, covered it all with dirt and grass, used metal hose clamps to attach the coop to the hutch, and added one play pen to the end of the coop for play time when she is with them.
Whew. I’m done.
Oh, but wait. I was busy all day Sunday. And then Zach called at dinner time with car problems. Since I didn’t hear from him, finally at 8 last night, I sat down and gave up so that I could watch Game of Thrones. That was the fastest hour of the week. Love that show.
As I prepared to lay my head upon my pillow, the phone rang. It was nearly eleven and Zach was stranded in close-to-the-worst-possible-part of town.
Operation Rescue Zach.
First I chewed him out for waiting until bedtime to start home with a wounded auto. Then I put my jeans back on, grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
Three hours later, the car had been towed to the mechanic we use, and I was finally home. Geez, it was only 1. A.M. That’s in the wee hours of the morning in case you didn’t catch that.
O M G. The alarm went off at 6. A. M. That is not enough snoozing for me. I require copious amounts of snoozing in order to function. I can snooze for days. A good snooze is the better than…cake! Well maybe not.
But I grabbed a shower, coffee, lunch, and a handful of road and made it to work.
Eighty three cups of coffee later, I got to come home.
I seriously think I fell asleep at my desk a couple of times.
So here I am, having completed my second manic Monday and still alive, if not so well, and breathing.
Bunco is Wednesday night.
There is a wedding on Saturday.
I’m taking this coming Sunday off. Just me and my Kindle and my snuggle buddy Peanut. Can’t wait.
