Ready to write up a storm....light drizzle?

I am pleased to report that I was up at 6 AM today....woke up earlier and was in tears thinking about the sorry state of virtually very aspect of my life.  After 30 plus minutes of self pity/terror/pity, etc...., decided I would get out in the front yard and gather up them leaves been sitten there since last fall. And, it seems, that within little more than an hour I had filled one regular-sized City non-trash dumpster with last year's fall leaves.  Then a miracle happened.  the City truck rolls up, empties my dumpster, which allows me time/space in which to fill it up again....Before 9 a.m. I had cleared the front yard of all (most) dead leaves, random rotting neighborhood fliers, papers, etc.  On to the back yard, where Nelson tree service (in service of the electric company) was ready to trim the tree under which my car was parked.  They strongly suggested that I move it.  Happy to do so, I did.  Then I figured, as long as they were trimming branches in the back, so could I.  I got out some much smaller equipment and went after the two large branches in the holly tree.  The problem with the branches was that they were lying across the electric lines coming into the house.  I grabbed the end of one, and rather easily flipped it out of the tree.  It became my tool, my long fork poker with which I would persuade branch #2 so slide free.  I was working away, trying to use all the laws of motion and gravity that I had grasped while in the process of failing all the Physics courses I took ---- but I thought I got Newton OK...Except, it seems for a bit of wave motion (maybe he wasn't even into waves)....seems my manipulations in the holly tree were causing ripples on the high up power lines and I was innocently (?) threatening the power supply of my neighborhood....just like that!  Home grown terrorist.  HmmHmm.   Anyway, the nice fellow came in the yard and quickly got the offending branch safely down, out of the yard...no harm, no foul. 

Flushed with my success, I cleaned up and went in search of my missing Census form.  Missing in the sense that I couldn't tell you I ever saw it....and this would not be a reflection on the able services of the USPS, which seem pretty reliable to me.  I went to the neighborhood organization, got my form and left it there with their outgoing mail.  I thought about asking for a job right there and then, but thought perhaps that impression might not have been the best. 

Next came the trip to the bank across the street.  That was more challenging, as I learned that my mis-handling of my USPS relationship had caused several things to be returned to my bank, including my new ATM card.   Without actually coming out and saying that I'm totally nuts and can't really be expected to handle anything more important than a pack of gum or coffee order, I made some vague excuse for how mail had been allowed to behave so badly.  NOW.....will I have to go to the PO tomorrow morning, own up to more shame?  That's another day, Scarlett.