I killed the thread with geopolitics.

My Sunday mandate is down to this: take out the garbage cans.

Not that I've done them yet, so my day is not complete.

Problem is, I don't have a Sunday night show. HBO was good at that.

What's your Sunday night ritual?

My every other Sunday night ritual is frantically cleaning the house before the cleaners come Monday morning? Yesterday I hefted multiple 55 pound bags of soil up a flight of stairs and out to my patio, and today I spread that and mulch around and weeded (…a lot a lot of weeds/invasive vines). Today my arms are sore but I went to the gym and went shopping to try to find cute pride outfit. (Answer: eh, maybe?) And ignored international politics. This is all so insane. I do not want any of this.

Yesterday I hefted multiple 55 pound bags of soil up a flight of stairs and out to my patio, and today I spread that and mulch around and weeded (…a lot a lot of weeds/invasive vines). Today my arms are sore but I went to the gym and went shopping to try to find cute pride outfit.

My arms are sore just reading that, and I'm impressed you hit the gym on top of it.

I did take the bins out! (after twice walking into the bedroom to put on my sweatpants and checking myself to tend to this outdoor task)

I just need to activate my chambermaid (aka, Matilda) to change the sheets in the Garden Apartment for my niece, Crystal's, arrival on Tuesday.

I found out earlier that there's a raccoon mama and raccoon babies under my mom and stepdad's garage. My mom has named them Pootie (mama) and the Toots (babies).

Pootie and the Toots sounds like the name of a band. I just can't decide if it sounds like a band I'd listen to or not.

Raccoon babies!! Aww.

David, i figured lifting big bags of soil is probably a good reason I’ve been going to the gym? It’s crazy though, because like hauling each one (of three) up a flight of stairs was exhausting…but I used to weigh 60 pounds more than I do now, and I did that all the time??!