And then along came Jones
Last night, around 1AM, we had a furry visitor in the backyard who woke us up. It looked like a scrawny German Shepherd mix, but then, I maintain it could have been a coyote. Matt points out that coyotes don't wear collars. Do coyotes point? This was probably a mutt.
Regardless, the beast removed the corrugated plastic pipe we attach to our downspout to divert water, and he mangled it with his gaping maw. I went and bought a replacement tonight and fixed it. Lola has been eager to spend time out there ever since, and has given the mangled pipe a thorough once over. What's a girl to do?
Coyote/Dog aside, we're not sleeping well, and that makes us a cranky family. This Spring Forward nonsense makes me kind of ready for some actual Spring. I even bought some Nasturtium seeds while I was at Home Depot. Self-fulfilling prophesy?
Mom had a run in with food poisoning this week, and I know how badly she suffered. But on the upside, there went the five pounds she had hoped to lose. Kidding. If I didn't acutely remember how much it hurt, I'd go lick a dumpster at an abattoir to see if I could get a little kickstart on a diet.
I made a cake tonight for my co-workers. I hope they'll enjoy. One never knows. I offered one for Matt, but his co-workers are all mid-Lent. You know what I gave up for Lent? Moderation.
To be honest, I am feeling a little frustrated, but I know that this, too, shall pass.