I finally got sleep last night. Woohoo! Yay! Hubs must've also gotten a good night's sleep because he's been sitting behind me reading the news out loud (it's a thing we do). If he hadn't, he'd be quiet and if I hadn't, I'd be zoned out and ignoring him.
Unfortunately, none of the news seems to be good.
I learned last night that Callahan (aka Sour Patch) got adopted at some point during my self-imposed hiatus from looking at dogs. Yay for him, but I almost cried. I mean, seriously, there was no chance of my adopting him, but while he was there, I could dream.
Yesterday, I wrangled the new wild rose onto a trellis. At one point, the damn thing whipped back at me and hit me in the hand. Later, I noticed it must've hit me with a thorn right in the thumb knuckle and popped a small blood vessel. Kind of gross looking, but it's better this morning.
Also, yesterday, I was clearing the leaves and junk out of the garage bed when something small jumped out at me. At first my brain said 'grasshopper'. Then it jumped again and my eyes could see where it landed. Little bitty, baby, gray tree frog. Maybe a 1/2 inch long. So cute. He was a bugger to catch, but once he jumped onto my glove, he was happy to stay there - even when I was trying to encourage him to jump off into a flower bed I'd already cleaned. I moved him because I didn't want to accidentally squish him.
Speaking of frogs, the spring peepers are peeping their little brains out right now. I love spring peepers. They give me a happy.
I rolled over 40 million in poker last night.
It's time for me to order more bug spray again. It's too much for me to hope the cold snap wiped out the ticks. Fingers crossed it hammered the oak mite population, though. But yeah, Spring. I love it, but it brings out the bugs.
What's the this-n-that for you today?