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Picked up a few things from the store for the trip. Didn't need much.

Was cleaning up a bit and noticed a letter from the HOA I'd somehow missed. Not for long, maybe a day or two. I knew what it was for... the goddamn lawn.

So obviously, if it's not been made clear, I'm crippled. Walking is enough of a pain in the ass (often literally), standing for too long isn't too hot either, and any amount of physical strain during these things is going to make it worse. So I can't exactly mow a lawn. I want to. Even with how much I hate the heat I want to. Because our lawn is fucking awful. Overgrown, weeds all over... I mean obviously it could be worse. I've seen worse. MUCH worse. But it's enough that I'm embarrassed as hell by it, and I feel guilty for not being able to do anything about it. Will's back being fucked up meant he couldn't either so we've been frustrated.

So I made the call today to ask a local lawncare guy for help. He said he can be by tomorrow. He does the lawn of the friends we have in the neighborhood... he's very reasonable price-wise. Their lot is smaller so likely we'll pay a bit more but it probably won't be bad.

Blergh.

I have Photoshop on the laptop now so I'll be able to do some commission work while I'm down in Houston. It'll keep me busy when I'm not otherwise occupied and I'll be able to make some money. I could use it. :\