6 hours after I get up with the dogs, the crashed crew gets up. Day is shot for caching. I am grumpy.
Sprayed an entire bottle of weed killer in the backyard on creeping charlie. I think I got to most of it. Tons more around the side and front, but I ran out of juice before I got there. The neighbor across the street is cutting grass with his riding lawnmower. Multiple hundreds of geese are flying over every morning on their way to the semipermanent lake just west of town. Really impressive flights when they mass together.
I’m still grumpy.
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