Mowing; Cleaning

Ron mowed, front and back, yesterday.

While trying to clean up the kitchen before turning in last night, I dropped about half a carton’s worth of vanilla ice cream, a good portion of which landed under the frig. I got it cleaned up.

Lizzie trumped in her bed; she was wide awake, too, as far as I could tell. I washed her rear with Ron’s help on the deck.

Watched the third day of the January 6 commission hearings.

Celtics lost their opportunity for another NBA championship last night.

Everything got watered this morning.