When we were winding up and preparing to be locked out of our jobs, I said to a co-worker that I planned to get out a stepstool and clean the cat hair off of the ceiling fans.
He replied that he had plenty of yard work to do.
I was out in the garden for some time this morning. A squirrel or other garden terrorist had knocked some almost ripe and some green tomatoes off the vine. I brought them inside to turn into something, I don’t yet know what.
What I thought when I was in the garden picking peppers was that I bet there are a lot of nonessential feds doing yardwork today.
