I've had a headache for the past two days- not coincidentally this is exactly how long my husband has been away on business. I've got some good blogging planned but lack the brain power to get my ideas into writing. Things might be a little light for a while until the homestead returns to normal.
Last night at about 10PM my doorbell rang. I'm not accustomed to having unexpected visitors at the hour so I didn't open the door. Through the door a man with a thick Russian accent told me that he is a mover and I should let him in. I told him I did not hire a mover and what kind of moving takes place at 10PM?!
He insisted mine was the correct address and that he was here with my stuff from California.
No way I said, you have the wrong place. He told me the name of the customer and I told him that it was not me. FINALLY he went away.
Funny, when my husband is home only pretty girls pitching Sierra Club, or DNC memberships seem to come to the door.