I hope a certain squirrel is having a very bad day. Believe it or not, this is a true story. A squirrel was messing around on the arbor outside the kitchen door, and I was nice enough to give him a nut yesterday. When we got home from the Symphony and I plugged in our cheerful Christmas lights, two of the strings had gone black. Arrg! We couldn't figure out what happened to new lights, especially on a calm, dry day.
So John got out the ladder and found the place where the squirrel had snipped through the wire. Obviously just for the fun of it. Being a clever electrician, John spliced the ends back together, so I don't have to climb up there and replace the strings. Yet. No more nuts for you, guy.
Our coffee this morning has grounds in it; for some reason the filter collapsed. The week can only get better from here.
I've always liked this little song by Canadian pop singer Daniel Powter.
Have a good Monday.
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