I use a hand cart (truck?) to get my loaded trash barrel to the front, where it will get picked up. Usually I leave it there to use for the empty.

This afternoon I went out to retrieve it (and the empty) and it was gone. It wasn't the trash collector--I use a private hauler I've known for going on thirty years.

Guess somebody saw it and grabbed it. (Insert very unladylike language here.)

Guess I'll have to buy another one. Either that or a wheeled trash can. The disappeared one has been around since before OD was married. And they have an 18 year old daughter, so that's been quite a while.

Very very annoying.

It did not help my mood, which was not good to begin with, thanks to it being a really bad day for the hip.

On the other hand, my cats regard me as their goddess. And the odds are very good that that the big one will cuddle close tonight.

I filled out my census form, like a good citizen (although non-citizens are also counted.) I think I'll miss that decennial visit from a real person.

I was a bit later than usual putting out the raccoon food this evening, and when I opened the door one was just at the foot of the steps. They don't run away--they know what's coming. After tossing out the nightly biscuit treats I made sure the dishes on the porch were full of dry cat food for the possums.

All in all, today has been boring totally unremarkable.