(Trivia: It was the Loverboy song of the same name that I always started out my Saturday night radio shifts with. Embarrassing but true.)
Diana took to the front yard this weekend, which looks a lot like a vacant lot. Because I don't care much about landscaping, it just got out of control over the years. Paid some assholes to fix it two years ago, and frankly they didn't. So she went to town on the middle "island" around the tree, and got up years worth of decayed mulch and shredded landscaping fabric. She made some progress.
We're not sure what to do with all of the crap she pulls up. For now it's piled up on the side of the house, which is not ideal.
I feel bad about this because I don't even cut the grass. I still pay someone else to do that. I absolutely hate yard work. Unfortunately, with all of my Republican, SUV drivin' neighbors, it kind of looks bad. It bothers Diana even more.
Meanwhile, I mostly took it easy for the weekend, dealing with some crappy GI cramping most of Saturday after a night of poor sleep. Last night was better, but we spent the day going to and watching movies, mostly. Tonight I managed to write code for about three hours, working on the blogging app, which is kinda important if I'm gonna make the book work.