Tuesday and tired...

I successfully managed the morning garbage and it was gone by the time I got home. Neither event is noteworthy, but sometimes things happen, you know?

So, I did the usual routines and, after changing clothes, immediately went out to the garage and hooked up the air compressor. I checked and filled the air in all my car tires and, as I suspected, the right front tire was a little low. Which explained the car's tendency to drift towards the curb for the last few days.

Then I carefully pumped up both bicycle tires. I say carefully as that air compressor puts out a lot of air and it's easy to over-inflate something. I didn't want a tire to explode in my face!

I went back inside and was weighing my options for tonight's project when the phone rang. It was my daughter, Melissa. She asked how Father's Day went and said that they are going to close on their house next week. So, the issue now is: try and move before the next months rent is due (probably have to either pay movers or rent a big truck and hurt themselves, racing against the clock) or just pay the rent and move slowly in their van. It a conundrum!

When we finished, it was almost 7:00 PM, so I decided any project will have to wait. I warmed up the catfish and rice and ate that again for dinner (still an excellent repast!) I watched TV and noticed my recorded shows are all acting up! I think my DVD-R must be on the blink, so I'll have to call the cable company tomorrow and see. Damn!

Oh well, I watched regular TV until 9:30, snacking on the Hunter Sausage, and then switched to reading. Books, at least, don't screw up!