When garbage trucks unite.

I went to bed a 1am. Awoke at 7:30 am. Did I wake the Hunter or did he wake me? Don't know. All I do know is that God told me I need 9 and 1/2 hours of sleep a night. I realized it was the garbage trucks raucously rumbling down our streets that woke me. Don't get me wrong. I am thrilled that we no longer have to put our trash in plastic bags or cans that we have to drag down to the curb. When the company changed, we were given large, wonderful carts on wheels. Love them. But really? 7:30 am? The trucks will definitely burn in hell for this injustice. Well ok, at least they will melt. But their contents will burn. What's the big deal you ask? There are three different trucks that come by. Trash. Recycle. Yard waste. Then a while later they come back and do the other side of the street. And there are rogue trucks that just drive up and down for no particular reason at all!
Oddly enough, we didn't make it to Barnes and Noble today. But The Hunter is going out drin.....I mean, to lunch with his old drin....uh, work buddies and I will be sauntering over to retrieve MY books. It will be nice and cool outside and I can weed and plant and enjoy.
I did not go to the kid's ball games today but Meadow texted me that she got a home run! Go Meadow! I am excited about the cool weather coming. Rain along with it, but who cares? Did you ever notice that when you are outside with a man and it starts raining,...they start running and yell at you to run!? If I am hot, the rain feels like manna from Heaven. I relish it! "Run! It's raining! You'll get wet!!! Really? Ya think?