It must be the humidity.
I’ve lost all incentive to do much of anything but stare out the window.
The garden (knock wood) looks great and except for the battle with slugs, isn’t requiring much maintenance these days. I did “8” the cukes last night.
Fluffles is a tiny train wreck. It’s been impossible to brush out or even cut all the knots in his fur, so I’m bringing him in for grooming next week.
Found out that Mashpee’s “quiet hours” are 10 pm to 7 am. Which means I can get started with the mowing now.