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Monday night is trash night.

Being the man of the house and all (ahem), every Monday night/Tuesday morning somewhere between 1 and 4am (which is many hours later than Alisia wishes I did it, but oh, well) I am charged with putting out the trash and the recycling. And it seems that almost every Monday night since we’ve moved, it’s rained. Which is not a bad thing. 1:30am on Tuesdays is a pretty lonely time in our neighborhood and there’s something about the stillness of the rain and the pink halogen streetlight and dripping tree leaves. I almost look forward to it.

I do wish our upstairs neighbor would put the trash cans out every once in a while, however.

I hope my dad does okay tomorrow. Sometimes I wish I had someone to pray to.