After the movie, though, I was feeling kinda queasy. I think too much "topping" on the popcorn. So I called work and told them that if I wasn't in by 2:00 a.m., I wouldn't be in at all.
I then proceeded to fall asleep on the couch after a quick dose of homeopathics for the nausea. Woke up at 6:00 a.m. in plenty of time to get to my reschedule dentist's appointment. A couple of small almost-cavities but nothing to worry about. Despite my lackadaisical dental hygiene regimen, my gum tissues are in good shape.
I'm feeling a growing level of guilt about my yard. The neighborhood guy who cuts it when I can't get to it cut it yesterday for the first time. I've got volunteer trees growing up next to the foundation. My gutters need cleaning out. Weeds around various corners are out of control.
I want to change these things but yard work always leaves the emphasis on the last word for me. All the work doesn't seem to promise the rewards. Which is odd, because I know that if I do the work, I'll be pleased with the results. The question that remains is if there will be excess frustration involved. Ah, well, perhaps I'll bite the bullet this weekend.