I did a small project this morning in my daughter's house. There was a large wine rack in the den that looked like it would hold over 100 bottles of wine which was there when her and her husband bought the house. They had no desire to own that much wine so I volunteered to saw out the bottle holders from the cabinets, so now they have extra space for something more useful.
Since doing what I would call "work", I'm now going to have to rest up for the entire weekend from the physical effort involved. And no telling how long it will take me to get over the psychological devastation of having to actually "work", not to mention the irreparable damage to my carefully crafted persona of being a lazy bum.
I erroneously mentioned yesterday that I wanted to leave Monday for Rocky Mountain national Park, which of course a person would have to be totally insane to do since Mondays Labor Day. Making a communication mistake like that is a sign that I have the onset of dementia, or I'm running for president. My actual ETD will be Tuesday morning after they've bulldozed all the wrecked cars off the Highway from the preceding day.
I got a picture of this Damsel fly hanging around waiting for dinner to come by.
And sure enough an unfortunate bug flew by and got invited to dinner.