And it keeps getting worser,lol

At least the food and exercise is on plan. When it rains it pours. I was cutting the grass and my Zero turn mower quit moving, so I towed it back to the barn with Susan's and called Dick, the mower mechanic, and yes he can be what his God given name is, but he's the only one I trust with the mower. After he irritated me, which is normal for him( he also never fails to mention in front of customers how I drove Susan's mower into the pond) I decided I would go to his shop try to pick his brain and fix it myself. Well all that went well, probably saved a c-note in labor, except I somehow didn't get the cutting belt on right and on the victory lap around the property I went to engage said cutting blades and chewed the belt up immediately. Now I have to drop another 40 bucks and worsely,lol, deal with Dick. I hate getting Dicked around! I guess I wasn't meant to be a mechanic. That's about it, and I'm hoping tomorrow will get better. At least I have my health!
Have a great weekend,
Troy.