"Just another manic Monday."

Having no job nor children, I often feel I have to justify my existence. That has not been hard to do today. Our molehill project has become a mountain. Mr. M decided to redecorate his office to make it a more pleasant place to pay bills. So he got a hardwood floor up there. And paint. And a new vanity for the small bathroom up there. So, we paid a crew to put in the new floors, and we paid a painter to . . . wait for it . . . paint, and we had plumbers out to install the vanity. Then, Mr. M decided he'd like a separate air conditioning unit to keep his room cool. So we hired an electrician/drywall guy to run wiring for the new a/c, and to make some holes in the walls for it. The new a/c unit needs a place to be, and the only logical place is in the back yard, next to our monstrous 8 by 5 foot cactus. So Mr. M and I went to work in the yard, trying to trim the cactus and clear some weeds. We quickly realized the job was over our heads (literally and figuratively), so there are paid professionals in the yard right now. This has been a great annoyance to Rufus, (and probably to the men working), so I took him for a walk. We went to the park. We came home. Our neighbors' big dog was sitting in our yard. So Rufus and I led Sammy to his house. I knocked and knocked and rang the doorbell and finally opened the door and yelled. No one was home. I tied Rufus up, and opened their door, and led Sammy into his house. It is not yet noon. Who knows how many other professionals will come to do something or other, but I will be here, supervising our home improvement and keeping neighborhood dogs where they belong.