My feet are wet. My feet are wet because nowadays, when I have to get out of bed, it is dark. I am entirely solar powered (well, caffeine helps, too), so not very functional before my second cup of coffee and the sun comes up. I forgot my boots, and went to work in the house shoes. At least I am clothed and not wearing slippers.
So, yes, it is raining again. My volunteers cancelled. All my outdoor projects, and there are many, are on hold again. I am so far behind on weed control and mowing. Monday, the weather guys (lying jerks) said no rain until possibly Tuesday night. So I went out and sprayed weeds. For those of you who do this regularly, you know that the poison must sit on the plants for about 24 hours to be truly effective if it is only 75 degrees out (in August? In Virginia? Really?). Guess what? It poured Monday night. And Tuesday morning. And here it is Wednesday, and yes, still raining. I could have thrown that money in the toilet for all the good I did. Crap. Actually, I woke up Tuesday, saw the rain and said something far worse. Poor Dave jumped up and brought me coffee, probably to make certain I wasn’t cussing him. Worked, too. Dave is wonderful. And he makes great coffee (which he makes the night before and sets the timer so it is ready before I even manage to get vertical. Self defense, I’m thinking).
So, I’m sitting here in the office, looking at the leather halters up on the wall and thinking I could take them all down and clean them. But to do that I have to drive to the other barn, get the ladder and cleaning stuff, and come back up here. In the rain. With wet feet. And I finally bought a rain coat, which I left hanging in the closet at home. I’m thinking a quick run to town for more coffee might motivate me a bit more. Actually, I have a coffee pot. Maybe a run to the grocery store. I could buy a whole pound of the stuff, and sit here in the office gulping coffee all day. Probably get a lot of cleaning done with that much coffee. Worth a thought.