Saturday. Slept in. Got up. Pet the cat. Had breakfast (whole wheat toast). Still no sign of life from the neighbors house. It occurs to me that she may not be back for a while, at least not another day. Inspiration comes to me and I vow to solve the weed problem with the freedom that I have now.
Spent the next few hours doing what I could to salvage the travesty that is my neighbor's lawn. Pulled up a healthy amount of weed and doused the place in Roundup. Got home hot and tired. Took a shower. Laid on the couch for hours, listening to the cat pace to and fro. Though satisfied, part of me can't believe I wasted a whole day's worth of energy picking up for a miserable stranger who won't even care. Story of my life, I guess.
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