Yesterday's Mercury Square Uranus

It was late afternoon when I'd recovered from the work crew being here all week and finally being left to my own devices that I went out to water the garden—neglected while the crew were here as whatever had been on the front porch was scattered all over the place and I couldn't water without hitting something I shouldn't—and discovered my only two months old wonderful make my life easier watering system had been wound incorrectly with the hose not all inside the winding wheel so that it was sticking and not able to unwind properly and all the frustrations of the past three months came to the surface and I completely lost my temper.

I suppose it's proof of my new found maturity (?) that after a minute of cursing and swearing I came back inside, did something else for an hour, went back out, tried to unstick it, swore a bit more, came in for another hour and when I went back for the third time I was able to get it unstuck—not easy— and water the garden, discovering as I did so the havoc the crew had wrought on many of my plants and not immediately picking up the phone and complaining to the crew supervisor. 

I still haven't done that, but I shall, as the nozzle on the hose is covered with stucco gunk I can't get off and when I mentioned this earlier in the week I'd been promised a new nozzle, forgotten about when I paid the final bill yesterday. 

I'm daring to think that this sudden renewal of the ability to write coherent sentences is a good thing.