Saturday, August 1: Golly...A brand new month. Admittedly I feel decidedly less than well at the moment. I don't know what it is that's going on with me. I just don't seem able to rest at night and then I drag about all day long feeling blah and blech. I don't care for this at all!
Sam was here mowing this afternoon and racing to get it done. Alas, I knew when I heard the first thunder rumble that he likely wouldn't finish the yard, not even as hard as he was going at it. In the end, one section had one swatch about two mows wide left, and an upper level had a smaller rectangle about three mower widths wide. When lightning began, he came right indoors but he got soaked to the bone before he got off the mower. I grabbed towels for him and insist he make himself a warming cup of coffee. He stripped down to his least wet layer, wrapped up and came to the living room to wait out the rain.
