At either 4:00 am or 5:00 am, Scout got fired! He pawed my bed and asked to go out. OK, I can accept one interruption because I had to “go out” also. Back in bed, I went, chilled to the bone. Scout was on his bed, and it was either 4:10 or 5:10 am. I dozed off and was getting warm!
What do I hear? It’s another pawing sound. Scout did pee but forgot to get a drink of water, and only outside water would do this early in the morning; inside water is unacceptable.
I am up again, following him to the door for his “outside water.” Now I am going to the office because I am totally awake, and it dawns on me that the clocks are different! Does this mean it is exercise day? Yes indeed, the time changed at midnight. Our GPS-tied clocks are accurate, but the other seven require manual intervention.
Spring forward and fall back are what some people call mnemonics; I call it dangerous exercise.
Lookout, ladder, here I come! I’ll be up there faster than a cat chasing a laser pointer—just don’t expect me to get down gracefully. It’s not like I come with a built-in parachute!
We rested most of the day. I did some planting in the garden whilst Mary wilded away her time in her new pad, the LOFT.
Positioned miles above the common folk in what used to be our “Ballroom,” “Mary’s Loft” is her hide-away where creative juices can flow and she can keep an eye on the hired help toiling away in the pasture land below. I soon expect her to request a PA system to direct what gets done from her padded seat in the Loft.
Her latest work was of pumpkins, and when Colleen saw it on the bat phone, she requested some blue pinkins to be added. So, with her azure, cobalt, cerulean, navy, ultramarine, indigo, and aquamarine colors at hand, the blue pumpkins were added.
Mary plans to give the painting to Colleen when she comes out for my surprise birthday party!
It was time for dinner, but Mary was still under the weather, so we warmed a couple of sandwiches, freshened up some fries in the new air fryer, and had dinner at 6:00 p.m.!
Even though we were at the tail end of “LOST,” at 8:00 pm, I convinced Mary it was time to take her NyQuil and hit the sack. She went out like a light.
Scout was rehired (after being fired early this morning), and he and I went outside to make the rounds and secure the property from those pesky elephants before calling it a day.
We will sleep well tonight as the outside temperature is 48 degrees; we will not need the whole house fan this evening for more than an hour.