Sunshine! Finally burst through later after a misty morning, water suspended in midair. I took advantage of it by doing errands on my bicycle, using the paniers so I could shop for groceries. As long as the weather is fairly decent, I’m going to try to keep shopping on bike; it forces me to buy fewer items and save money.
Today I tried—unsuccessfully—to get Google Docs to properly number table cells. Swearing a blue streak didn’t seem to help, but it may have freaked out my delicate neighbor, who knocked on my open screen door during a particularly colorful string of words I said in my outdoor voice. I pretended to be talking to someone on the phone after I heard her call out my name through the screen. Not sure that was too convincing either. The first time my massage therapist heard me use a four-letter word when referring to a former president, she said, “Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you used language like that. You’re so sweet!” When I came home and told Hubby what she said, he nearly split his side open laughing. (Side note: During what is supposed to be a relaxing massage is not a good time to discuss politics and especially not certain politicians.)
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: a garden of flowers is the best antidote to whatever ails your troubled mind. God bless Hubby.