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I began another round of mowing this morning. Since there is this strong sense that we are only talking about a few more days, I might have been forgiven for letting the lawn go. However, I didn't edge the lawn the last time I mowed, and it looks very bad, with tall grass-stems overhanging the curb on both the front and down the long-side against the street. So, I reasoned, I need to shower anyway, why not put in a half-hour of work to work up a little sweat. Once I got going, though, it became a good hour. I feel better about it.
Besides, the neighbors think ill enough of me, I'm sure. They will probably count themselves lucky if I don't turn out to be a serial killer, with dozens of bodies of children and prostitutes buried in the back yard and stuffed in the crawl-spaces of the house. Also, I am not entirely without hope that this might go on another week, and that we might come out of this tailspin yet. I cannot help thinking, just one good call from Arthudo and everything could go back to the way it was - with me much more appreciative of the time I am given.
Besides, the neighbors think ill enough of me, I'm sure. They will probably count themselves lucky if I don't turn out to be a serial killer, with dozens of bodies of children and prostitutes buried in the back yard and stuffed in the crawl-spaces of the house. Also, I am not entirely without hope that this might go on another week, and that we might come out of this tailspin yet. I cannot help thinking, just one good call from Arthudo and everything could go back to the way it was - with me much more appreciative of the time I am given.
