Work, play, and leftovers.

Up to run - work (out).

Put some photos on FB while I was waiting for the grass to dry enough to cut it. Bud helped me and I could tell by how wet his paws were that it would be a while. Anyway, about 11:30 I went at it - work.

Cleaned up all of the clippings - work.

Trimmed the maple in the back corner and raked up all of the leaves and cut the twigs to fire size - work.

Cleaned up and rode the motorcycle to Canton exploring. Didn't quite work as planned as I failed to answer the question of how one gets home without taking I-77. IF Canton believed in signs, I would have known I was on SR91 and known exactly what to do. C'est la víe! However, it was play!

Had the last of the Mac & Cheese for dinner and now the Indians have some of my attention. Not all, but some. Your mother is at the last golf of the year which means a banquet, which means I might get some more leftovers.