Friday was warm and cloudy. According to the morning weather, it wasn't supposed to rain until after 8:00 PM. So, when I got home after a particularly long, boring day, I changed clothes.
My plan was to get out all my extension cords and the electric trimmer, then head out to the back garden (this is one of the few times I wish I had a gas-powered trimmer, as it's over 200 feet to the back wall). I think it would be best to cut down anything other than what I planted before adding more mulch.
However, a friend called. I chatted for a bit and told him my plans for the evening. He said, "What are you talking about? It's raining like hell, here!" I went and looked outside (I was in the bedroom) and, sure enough, it was raining here too!
So, that plan got scrapped. I putzed around the place until dinner time. I warmed up the last two burgers (bun-less and topped with steak sauce) and the eggplant (sprinkled with sea salt).
I watched some of the Friday Night Fights on ESPN until I fell asleep (No worries, I'm taping it). I was awoken by thunder and lightning around 1:00 AM. Since I was already still dressed, I fixed myself a drink and went out on the front porch. I watched the storm, sitting on the rocker, for a while, until the chilly air drove me back inside.