Staycation

I have been running out of month before money with this job; it pays monthly and my check is double what it used to be for two weeks. The catch is, there are five weeks in what seems like most months. I know it's just two weeks salary difference, but it sure bites my budget in the butt. But every time I get stressed out by the situation with Worthless at work, I put in for some leave. It's paid, they stopped putting it on the retirement, and something really aggravating must have happened about six weeks ago because I put in for a whole week! I have a complicated dress I am sewing for the OoA#1, and the garden and house were getting away from me again. I have sewed, worked out extra at the gym, worked in the yard every day, and enjoyed making dinner when my feet aren't actively screaming with pain from the job. Part of the idea with the yard work is to get my metabolism going again by staying out in the heat. The weather has certainly obliged; I can't work past nine a.m. without starting to faint!
Today I was fighting a new, useless sprinkler head trying to keep the parch down. I gave up and put a small, new "turret" style on that will only do 1/4 of the tiny front yard at a time. Then I went and grubbed under an artemisia bush and pulled out two plugs of dallisgrass and....a dollar. Whoa. Money in bushes, what the hell. I'll take it. I looked up and the new sprinkler makes mist instead of drops, and it is showing a huge full rainbow across that half of the yard.  Ha, my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is a damp dollar bill from under a bush. But it still feels auspicious, and beats a sharp stick in the eye.