A little bird that had fallen out of his nest, and was just hanging out in our backyard. I was about to mow the lawn when Liz spotted the little guy, so we held off.
I ended up mowing a few hours later, in the late afternoon, after we noticed he had gone (and hopefully flown) away.
Brutal heat again today. Liz, working on setting more brick.
For my part, I spent a lot more time in the car: I returned a lot of the compost I had picked up last weekend (it was the wrong stuff), and picking up some newer bags at Home Depot.
While Liz was toiling in the sun, I was wading through traffic (but sitting in an air-conditioned car).
On the list: several bags of Moonure. After picking up all these bags and loading them in the car, I had to fight the urge to text Liz that I was “finally done with all this shit.”
On seeing these bags, I was depressed to learn that the tagline I coined a decade ago was apparently already taken.
To make matters worse, I had forgotten I learned this back in 2017. Ah well, what might have been.