A good thing about living in a townhome is I don’t have to do yard work.

A bad thing about living in a townhome is that someone else does and you don’t know when they will be doing it.

I wake up this morning, jump in the shower, and, because I’m running behind, don’t take the usual “precautions” when moving  buck naked from the bathroom to my closet.

As I exit the bathroom with my original birth clothing fully in place, imagine my surprise when I see a fellow trimming the hedges at my open bedroom window. Perhaps I should say, imagine HIS surprise (that couldn’t have been a pretty sight… he will probably be scarred for life).

[BTW, that is me in the photo. It is rather embarrassing.]

Yessir! That got my day off to an invigorating start…