Hey, how about a gray, drizzly Monday for a nice change of pace? It should have put me in an even worse mood than yesterday, if possible, but my six hours of sleep and I handled it pretty well. I did get caught in the rain again, but this time I remembered my jacket and didn't get soaked through. A little damp around the cuffs and sleeves, that's all.
The good news is that I haven't heard from landlord yet. At least, I think that's good news. Maybe he's just waiting for the legal papers to be served on me (or maybe that's just me being paranoid again). Did I call him? Of course not! He doesn't even know I know he was here yesterday, surveying my neglect of his precious yard, which was pretty wild when I moved in if you want to know the truth.
Anyway, the wind and rain have joined forces to make me look a little better. The tall grasses growing in the back yard are lying down almost flat now, so it almost looks as if someone has been doing some work out there. That isn't the case, but the appearance is what matters. We are judged by our results, not our efforts, and in my case that's a darn good thing.
I must have worn myself out worrying yesterday, because I slept the sleep of the just last night. It helped that I've started coming up with strategies (to defend myself against something I haven't actually been accused of). I can hardly be held responsible for the early spring, or the fact that it's been raining for the last week or so. For that matter, if it hadn't been for the rain, the landlord and the gardener might have met each other coming and going yesterday morning.