D.O.P.-T.

For those who want to know ... It wasn't too bad. Both days of the weekend, second shift was dead but I made more in the three-hour stub-end third shift, after the nightbirds lurched in the door. And on Saturday night we had the satisfaction of getting an official Superbowl 50 vehicle to move out of one of our parking spots; the guy was nice enough to come hustling out of the Korean barbecue place and shift it, so I didn't have my co-worker snap any pix with her smartphone. And this morning I managed to catch the bus home; the driver was stopped at the stop telling recumbent forms to move their feet off seats.

D.O.P.-T.

Depooping the back yard and digging out some of the amazing number of dandelions was about my speed for today. If it's still dry, I'll mow tomorrow, in front as well: for some reason, the corner next to the driveway where the sprinkler doesn't quite reach, that is therefore brown half the year, has again come back with lush long grass after rain; so much so, I found a dandelion completely hidden in there, sneaky thing.