When I get up I have a headache. Most of my crew are down with colds and it feels like I may be next up to get my ticket punched. Hot shower and cereal helps. The sun is still shining, so we'll tough it out and get to it. It's all in your head, right?
L's neighborhood is quiet at 8:30am, but I get a sinking feeling as I get close to the house. The trash man hasn't come yet. Aren't these guys supposed to be in and out before you wake up? I pause long enough outside the house to verify the trash is still in the can. Don't even need to put it in park. Fraggle Rock. I'll have to come back out later.
Mental note to buy Advil.
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