Short Week

I had a very short work week this week, and can you believe it's already over?  

I'd thought I'd come home and mow this evening, but alas, we are done with our false fall and are back to the "Just kidding, here's some more summer" season of the year.  The heat index was 97° when I got home, so yeah, that's a no from me.  

Plan B was to mow later this evening when it cooled off a bit, but then I remembered football starts tonight!  Yes, the NFL season opens and who should be playing but the Micah Parson-less Dallas Cowboys.  We'll see how that goes.  

Personally, I have mixed feelings about that trade.  I mean, he was an outstanding edge rusher, but he could be a bit childish at times.  Besides, if this new guy can stop the run, that's something they desperately need.  

But I digress...

Plan C is to mow tomorrow, but the temps are supposed to hit the upper 90s -- and those are actual temps not heat indices, so mowing might just have to wait until another day...like Saturday, when the temps aren't supposed to get out of the 70s.

Speaking of the yard, imagine my surprise when I opened the back door to let the cat out and saw this little feller.  

I'd seen him in the woods from time to time, but this was the first time I've seen him out in the open like this.  The poor thing flew into a blind panic as soon as it saw me and kept crashing into the fence trying to run back into the safety of the trees.  He eventually found his way out through the hole left when I had that little tree cut out.  The whole time, I kept wondering where his mother was.  

In other news, a few days ago I had the oddest thing happen when I was making coffee.  The whole pod exploded and sprayed coffee and grounds all over my kitchen.  I've never had that happen before.  I've had them not drain right and the water squirts out of the top, but I've never had the whole top of my coffee maker blow open.  

I've got a can of regular coffee grounds that I've been using, and though my maker has the little basket thing, it's such a pain to clean the old grounds out of it.  I thought to myself, "Somebody ought to make disposable filters to fit these things."  Then I realized..."This is America.  Somebody probably already has." 

Naturally, I hopped onto Amazon and found them right away.  

They're made for Keurig, and are a little small for my Mainstays coffee maker, but I think they'll work.  

Since I was ordering anyway, I tossed this little guy into the basket with them.  

The plan is to hang him on the fence in my garden spot, and the little lamp lights up.  It's solar powered, so there's no batteries involved.  I can't wait to see him all lit up...I've got to find a spot to hang him in the meantime until I get the garden all set up.  

 And finally, we have a couple of new supervisor trainees out at work, and one of them just seemed so familiar to me.  I was sure I'd seen him before.  I thought maybe he worked out there before, but I wasn't sure.  

Then it hit me.  He's Mr. Morton!  

Who is Mr. Morton?  He's the subject of the sentence, and what the predicate says, he does.  

He he he...