What's that noise?

Head down, she barely notices the vehicle making its way down the road in front of her.  But she hears it stop and start and finally she recognizes the little blue and white truck as the mail truck.

Mail? Today? Sunday?

Then- it hits her.

It’s not Sunday! It’s Monday.  She took today as a vacation day.  She is so used to walking this route on Sundays that she has totally forgotten that she gave herself a long weekend. And now again it makes perfect sense for Harry’s Hauling to be out here working.  On a Monday.

That settles it. Harry’s Hauling did not pick up anything more than a dirty carpet. She is determined now that she will enjoy her day off---even if it kills her .


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