I wish the flowers would stop having sex. When I coughed this morning, it felt like somebody shot me in the face. I had to look for Joey to make sure that she wasn't wielding a shotgun, then I had to look in the mirror to confirm that I was still intact.
Also I can't breathe through my nose at all.
Work is still busy.
The lawnmower is just barely working, very sputtery &c. I will have to take the carburetor apart again, but this time actually replace that torn gasket instead of just jiggling it around a little bit.
So now I have to figure out how to get a replacement gasket. I've never had so much trouble looking through any kind of parts catalog.
I haven't heard the dehumidifier in a few days. I'm guessing the compressor finally gave out. And just after I fixed the fan with superglue!
I will make a whirlwind trip to Holland on Sunday to visit mother.
Well, sexual activity may be important to humans (as a whole), but I would argue that the sexual activity of gentlemen that can't get a bonar without taking pills is not.
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