Haul some things to the dump, change the oil in the truck, get some more work done in the garden.

Back up to between the dump and change the truck oil.

Fuckers leaving nails and screws all over the dump. Had two holes less than two inches apart in the front passenger side less than a mile from the dump. Last person that put tires on the truck cocked up one of the lug nuts. Fortunately, wife put roadside assistance on our insurance. Halfway wrecked my elbow and shoulder wrestling my oil filter off to get my oil changed. 6 quarts, engine air and oil filter were $72 plus squeezing my old ass under the truck.

Hefty pour of Old Weller Antique and a San Lotano habano cigar will set me right again. Plus, could’ve been so much worse. Thankful I got away with just being annoyed as hell.

Momma said there'd be days like this.
Around my place it always turns into "no matter what has to be done, something else has to be done first."

This is why I procrastinate.

I think about doing stuff like that.