Other than my lingering knee pain, which wasn’t as bad as it has been, and the disappointment of opening my new garden work table only to find it damaged beyond acceptable condition, yesterday was alright. In reality, I didn’t do much. I worked, I did about ninety minutes of yard cleanup (mostly cutting and stacking of branches), I reheated food for meals, and I watched Too Chef virtually with Betsy.
It was during the Top Chef watching where I heard a very large BOOM! It was loud, like Bonnie had put too much air into a tire of her fancy-pants new mountain bike and exploded it. ðŸ˜› I kid. I kid. But really, it was loud. It was so loud that I mentioned it to Betsy, who simultaneously mentioned it to me, and then we both went online to find out Bonnie, and at least twenty others in the vicinity heard it. To me it sounded louder than a transformer, and more like a gas line explosion. A “first hand” account stated that it was a firework. If it was, that was one big motherfucking firework.
Today? More of the same, hopefully without the loud boom. Once I have posted this blog post I will crack on with a little pre-work German studying, and then it’s time to make the donuts, um, software.
Cheers. Hope all is less explosive in your world.