Interesting and commendable, but posteriors of most creatures, particularly humans, are the least attractive part of their anatomy. Compound the problem with the fact that almost everyone in the waiting room that morning was closer to obese than not. Consequently, a day spent staring at the nether cheeks is not conducive to a hearty appetite by dinnertime.
Day two of the perfect weekend ended with the arrival of Daylight Saving Time. For those who list this annual event right up there with a colonoscopy, your assessment is close. However, there are folks who actually look forward to and love the extra hours of daylight because it gives them the illusion that not every waking moment is taken up with work.
Granted, we go to work before sunrise, but at the end of a long work day the drive home is easier in daylight. During the brief Standard Time during the winter months, even the diehard anti-DST folks dislike driving home in the dark. In fact, yours truly has been known to miss the turnoff for our County Road on more than one occasion. Quite aggravating when all you want to do is get home and shut out the world.
The logical solution would be to keep one or the other and not bounce back and forth like sleep deprived ping pong balls. Oh, wait. This is a governmental edict and logic has never been their strong suit.
Day three of the perfect weekend was one of discovery. Hubby found a water leak. After doing the pickax swing mambo for hours, the yard resembled an archeological excavation, and the leak is under the house.
Every plumber we called was “very busy” during the upcoming week. When we asked about a Saturday appointment, one Bubba laughed. “We have to charge time and a half on Saturday.”