Raked the Yard. The whole yard.

It was cool, it rained early on and it was Sunday: the ugly racket of trees being murdered and leaf blowers was not to be heard until later in the day.

We filled the truck three times and made it to the transfer station twice. I can’t recall ever doing that much work in a single day. It helped that the leaves were damp; they stuck together in piles and on the tarps much better than if they were dry.

I made food for Lizzie in the morning.

Ron did laundry. I realize around 4:30 that we’d stripped the bed, but we were able to put it back together in between watching Kansas City defeat Dallas.