a mission from Gahd

Since I went out and did stuff amongst people on my day off I didn't get through my Friday chores. So that left misc stores, mowing and other yard work, laundry, and making a biiiig bowl of pasta salad for the week's lunches.

I got myself out to tge hell trifecta -- Lowe's, Walmart, and Kroger -- before I could talk myself out of it. It looked like I could get through it and home in close to 30 minutes. I didn't reckon on Sunday morning amblers leaving Walmart. Amblers who somehow manspread to take over the path to the door. grrrr.

I channeled my inner Blues Brother (altho Jake and Elwood had an easier time getting 106 miles back to Chicago with just sunglasses, cigarettes, and a full tank of gas) and plowed through. And made it home in 50 minutes.

Later I continued the theme wearing my house slippers into a chicken place to pick up lunch. I wish I could claim the spirit of Aretha was in me, but really I was just couldn't bear walking all of the way back in the house to switch to tennies.

Didn't mow but did dig up and move the wisteria. I think they relocated themselves because it was too shaded, so I cut back the black walnut that I'm pretty sure came from a nut buried and forgotten by some squirrel. And then I cut the branches -- all of the branches I've trimmed off trees all summer -- and carried them to the curb. I toiled until my legs shook and I saw spots. Showered. Ate too much too fast and felt sick. Decided this is how Rome fell and switched to every historic epic with togas and gladiators.

I wonder if I have heat stroke.