Memorial Day

Well, today is Memorial Day. More precisely, it's right around 10 am on Memorial Day and I'm sitting in my drawers, eating a breakfast treat.
The answer to both questions that are probably popping up in your head right now[1][2] is one and the same... I mowed the lawn this morning after work.
I absolutely detest mowing the lawn. Not because of any particular love of a tall lawn, nor of the oddly-shaped flowers that appear on said lawn when it reaches a prerequisite height. Quite frankly, mowing the lawn kicks my ass. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that I'm allergic to mowing the lawn.
OK, maybe not quite that far. I'm not allergic to mowing the lawn per se; I just don't get along with the sheer volume of pollen and dust that gets kicked up when the lawn gets mowed. Even when I wear a dust mask, in order to function the rest of the day, I pretty much have to shower as soon as the lawn is done.
This past week, an old acquaintance of mine tracked me down. She and I were fairly close at one time. It took me a very long time to get over how the two of us parted ways. But we played email tag for a bit and started IMing on Yahoo Messenger. Long story short, she's moving back to the general area - about an hour's drive away - and we're friends again. I'm not going to air my dirty laundry anywhere other than need-to-know, but I'll say this: being willing to discuss your feelings honestly with someone you care about makes things a lot easier
Well, by now, the lawns been mowed and I've finished my breakfast. I'm going to bed.


[1]"DJay, you work the night shift, what are you still doing up at 10?"
[2] "Why in the world are you sitting in your underwear?"