Talking trash

Friday is our second trash pick-up of the week (the first is Tuesday), and I've got a pretty good selection for the garbage collectors tomorrow---yard debris from the terrace cleanup, several bags from inside in addition to normal kitchen trash, and a string of plastic gallon jugs. (Having mostly given up canned sodas, I'm living on bottled water, because the local tap water is vile. Ergo, 2-3 gallon jugs every other day, since I'm putting away about a gallon and a half every day.) Because I'm not the most organized person, and only seem to manage to get things to the curb every second or third pick-up---and only Fridays are recycle pick-up---I tend to have quite a lot of jugs, so I've started threading the handles onto a four-foot length of twine for tidyness and portability.

The good thing is, while I was roaming from room to room hunting bags to go, I looked into the one by my desk and found all the stuff I've been anxiously seeking since I got back from the C's. THAT'S where my brown shoes went. And those books I borrowed from PJ. And that boxed set of Torchwood.

I hope tonight is quiet. I feel wrung out. And I don't know WHY, since I had 7-8 hours of sleep last night.

Talking trash

Friday is our second trash pick-up of the week (the first is Tuesday), and I've got a pretty good selection for the garbage collectors tomorrow---yard debris from the terrace cleanup, several bags from inside in addition to normal kitchen trash, and a string of plastic gallon jugs. (Having mostly given up canned sodas, I'm living on bottled water, because the local tap water is vile. Ergo, 2-3 gallon jugs every other day, since I'm putting away about a gallon and a half every day.) Because I'm not the most organized person, and only seem to manage to get things to the curb every second or third pick-up---and only Fridays are recycle pick-up---I tend to have quite a lot of jugs, so I've started threading the handles onto a four-foot length of twine for tidyness and portability.

The good thing is, while I was roaming from room to room hunting bags to go, I looked into the one by my desk and found all the stuff I've been anxiously seeking since I got back from the C's. THAT'S where my brown shoes went. And those books I borrowed from PJ. And that boxed set of Torchwood.

I hope tonight is quiet. I feel wrung out. And I don't know WHY, since I had 7-8 hours of sleep last night.