If you can call shopping work - I guess it is, especially shopping for the basics like food at one of the South's classic supermarkets. It's actually a pretty good place to shop.
Of course Sister Johnson has to leave everything better than she found it. Without being sentenced to community service, she has taken it upon herself to pick up the litter scattered along the road to our apartment during our morning walks. It's turning out to be the neverending task - as soon as she gets one section cleared, the local rednecks trash it up again.
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