not Asimov's mule

[sergebroom]

I slept in the backyard's patio last night. No, that wasn't punishment for some matrimonial failing. After we'd gone to bed last night, I woke up at 2:30am and relocated to the patio. Sue hadn't been able to spray deer repellent because of the rain and was worried that the neighborhood's mule deer would come chomp on her flower beds so I decided to sleep outside to dissuade the herbivore with my mere presence, since I don't own a shotgun. When Sue found out this morning, she thought I was crazy. I can still surprise her after 28 years, I guess. I ran a few errands this morning, after which I resumed work on my 'carpentry' project. I managed not to burn myself with the iron, and kept working until a bit after 5pm. Things are now winding down. My body certainly is. I tried reading and instead nodded off. I'm a bit more awake now, but I'll probably turn in early. That's why, even though TCM has quite a few Truffaut movies tonight, I set up the DVR for later watching. Besides, Retro is showing "Silent Running".