Work work work

The last bit of yard work got ticked off the list. It looks pretty darn tidy, I must say. Cleaning the innards of the grill was a nasty task. Final touches to the outdoor dining area-some inexpensive, colorful pillows-look marvelous. The little pug spent the day with me, she watched the doings with great interest.

A phone call I expected but didn't look forward too turned out not too bad. I always get nervous when someone says: I have to talk to you about something.