K was supposed to come over today to work on the front yard. It's raining, so she texted that she won't be coming. Since Wednesday when she said she'd be over on Sunday, I've been saying to myself that on Sunday I'll get to talk to someone, at least a little bit. Maybe, even, I might be able to persuade her to come in for five minutes and have a glass of iced tea or something. And now it's not going to happen.