Might be the heat

Might be middle age, might just be Thursday, but dang am I cranky this morning. Which is weird since I had more reason to be cranky yesterday (cut off in traffic, much hotter day, new total ban on watering the garden).

No time like the present to curl up and do data-entry, and expense reports, and other noninteractive tasks.

An Arlo moment

I feel a chorus of Alice's Restaurant coming on. The town won't take my yard waste except for during a few weeks in the spring and fall. The DPW website says they have a list of places that take dumping "for a small fee" but the clerk in the office says none of those places is accepting it any more.

I have this urge to drive out to the countryside, find a cliff, and dump all my weeds and prunings over the edge! But I'd probably just get busted for Littering. And Creating A Nuisance.

Maybe I'll get me one of those copper firepits and burn it all, one fistful at a time.