I was up a few minutes before six and had the water running on the west side of the house. While it was running for the next three hours I was working and playing on the computer; at nine I shut the water off and then hooked up the hose and washed all of those pesky leaves that fall from the city's trees off of the driveway, which takes a lot of time and I was drenched from the waist down and had to change some clothes and I parked my house slippers on the porch; yes I was wearing my house slippers. The water didn't hurt them like it would have my shoes. I then made a trip to Smith's for some viands so Jeri and I could eat breakfast. When I got back I discovered the Judd had taken my parking place, which is not a good thing and he and Mike had not moved the garbage cans to the curb and the crew was picking up today and a lot of people didn't have their garbage at the curb; I think they will come back tomorrow and pick up the ones they missed today but then I have been wrong a time or two in my life. I did fifty lines of indexing, which is 700 entries plus manipulating the forms around and when I pushed the button to send it to FamilySearch I punched the wrong icon and off it went into never-never land and I had to do it all over again. I bet I double check from now on. It is still really warm here in Zion, and speaking of Zion. I can't express my gratitude to those people who made the trek across the prairie all those years ago, and a lot of them were our ancestors; they really sacrificed so much for me so my, and your, life would be much better than theirs.