The phone rings and DW picks it up. Sometimes we don't. we are folks with few bothers for good reason, I suppose. I am eating breakfast in front of the TV, but I've forgotten to turn it on, instead listening for clues. DW strategically reminds someone of her first name. OK, someone we don't know very well. Or maybe one of those people I know who call and ask for me without acknowledging the person who answered the phone. Mostly men. She gives directions. Someone is coming by.
Last Thursday I suggested that a woman I know come out to avail herself of remaining tomatoes. Although I made the offer for earlier days than today, it might be her, her "we'll see" made firm, albeit tardy. In that we have marginal business connections, I think to make myself presentable, no shower or shave for a few.
Is this a problem for you, gentle reader? I assure you the scruff is the worse of it. I am otherwise tolerable at a distance of two feet, the social boundary. If I saw more than two people a day, it would be different. For instance, if I were in Las Vegas, I wouldn't be the guy at the table who smells like ass. I don't smell like it now. Clean enough, just not showered, okay?
But then DW gives directions coming from the east, up the Canyon, and I know it is the fishing guide. DW had made offers of literature and vegetables, and he is coming to collect.
No clean-up necessary.
Better get to pickin'.