A friend of ours is handing off her lawn-mowing to me, which is an extra few bucks in my pocket. Nearly 40 years old, and I'm mowing lawns for money. Yeah, that's a real pride-sweller, huh?
Sheesh. Why do I get out of bed? Oh, yeah, the pain.
On the good news front, I found someone willing to take the half-dozen giant bags of lawn clippings, so that means I don't have to pay the city to haul them.