It's the weekend and while most of you are sleeping in on Sunday morning, I'll be weeding. Yes, weeding. Why? Because communal weeding of the apartment complex is both a mandatory exercise and my chance to bond with the folk who live around me. At least that's what they tell me.
The first time someone explained the whole get-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn-on a Sunday-to-pull-grass-concept to me, I laughed hysterically because I thought it was a joke. I laugh no more. So think of me while you're snuggled up in your beds tomorrow and have an extra minute or hour of shuteye on my behalf.
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