This morning I woke up before 7am because the damn crows were cawing, cawing, cawing. I shut the window closest to the bed but the damage had been done. I thought with the window shut I could wash the truck and the better-half won’t know. Then I reminded myself it wasn’t even 7 yet. Now that it is fast approaching 7:30, I think it is time to get the truck washed. I promised to do it last weekend but then we got home from vacation and had no power, a dying cat and then torrential rain. A triumvirate of bad doo-dad.
I figure the foggy conditions outside will be perfect for washing. The truck is already damp and the fog will give me some protection from all those people who walk down the road in the morning. Who am I kidding, I’m going to be that weirdo who washes cars at 7:30 in the morning.