Not. Good.

The C's live in a very nice neighborhood. Unfortunately, this well-manicured prettiness is achieved with the aid of lawn services, one of which started before 8 this morning. I have said before and will say again that anyone who undertakes yard work with power tools before 9 AM (at the absolute earliest!) should be flayed with their own week whacker.

Did the misery end there?

Oh no, my darlings, it did not. At 8:30, just as I was getting settled down from the invasion of the chlorophyl avengers, somebody opened the front door with a key and came in.

The C's have a cleaning lady. She wasn't scheduled to come while they were on their cruise last year, so I didn't expect her this week---much less in the middle of the night. (8:30 IS the middle of the night in Fluffy World.) Their house is what I'd consider immaculate---granted, I am easy to please---and IMO not in need of three hours worth of servicing.

I escaped to Schnauzerland by way of Publix---they are all much too fucking cheerful at Publix at 9 AM, btw---and am going to try to catch a couple more hours of sleep before I have to jet to work.

STFU, world!

(Not youse guys, of course, because you're nice and civilized and wait in my inbox until I'm ready to face you/the day.)

Not. Good.

The C's live in a very nice neighborhood. Unfortunately, this well-manicured prettiness is achieved with the aid of lawn services, one of which started before 8 this morning. I have said before and will say again that anyone who undertakes yard work with power tools before 9 AM (at the absolute earliest!) should be flayed with their own week whacker.

Did the misery end there?

Oh no, my darlings, it did not. At 8:30, just as I was getting settled down from the invasion of the chlorophyl avengers, somebody opened the front door with a key and came in.

The C's have a cleaning lady. She wasn't scheduled to come while they were on their cruise last year, so I didn't expect her this week---much less in the middle of the night. (8:30 IS the middle of the night in Fluffy World.) Their house is what I'd consider immaculate---granted, I am easy to please---and IMO not in need of three hours worth of servicing.

I escaped to Schnauzerland by way of Publix---they are all much too fucking cheerful at Publix at 9 AM, btw---and am going to try to catch a couple more hours of sleep before I have to jet to work.

STFU, world!

(Not youse guys, of course, because you're nice and civilized and wait in my inbox until I'm ready to face you/the day.)