Now I dread Tuesday. Tuesday is the morning that my neighbors landscapers come and use incredibly noisy gas-powered implements to mow the lawn and trim their hedges, usually just before the break of dawn. How we got the good fortune to be first on their route, I don't know - and why no one in California mows their OWN DAMN LAWN on Saturday, mid-morning, like EVERY ONE ELSE in the civilized world, I do not know.
I only know that Tuesdays, I get up very, very early, whether I like it or not.
