George reverted to his adolescence overnight and woke me up at 3AM to let him out; not surprising, little bladder, little staying power. He then decided that 6:30 (our usual get up time) was fine for a Sunday, too. So, we went out for a nice quiet neighborhood walk at 6:30, and I went back to bed. I slept in until about 10:30 and came out to the living room to hear Lou talking with Sarah as she got ready for bed-Beijing is 12 hours ahead of us so it's pretty easy for me to keep track of the time there.
Lou's eye was swollen-it turns out there was a "suspect" weed in what we cleared yesterday, and he has poison ivy on his arm and eyelid. I immediately started itching in sympathy, and he video chatted with Sarah about it. At one point he gently rubbed his eyelid and Sarah looked at him, gloved hand and all (it's still cold enough for his Reynaud's) , and said, "Papa, what are you doing? Are you rubbing G-d knows what crap from your computer keyboard into your eye? You know, you have got to start asking, Is that something you would let your daughter do?" then she did about another three or four minutes on it..... she was on a roll, so to speak.
Today it's a bit cooler outside and I hope to get the marigolds in and the mulch spread, then turn to in-house jobs. Have a wonderful day, no matter what weather!