I have been working everyday since Sunday with Tuesday spent doing taxes which was NOT restful. Yesterday G drove around and deposited our IRA contributions. He also purchased some plywood to refurbish our garden cart which is rotting due to being left out over the winter with no cover. Wood rots.
Yesterday, while working on my text doodle, I forgot I let the dog outside and later, much, when I settled into the couch for Survivor, I asked "where's Riley". It was dark by then and the little guy had been out there almost 2 hours. He was waiting right by the door.
I'm wearing pants I wore last summer and fall today. Loose enough so the crotch isn't riding up into a nasty wedgie. Not that I have been doing much of anything on the diet. We still have potato chips at work. Salty. Crunchy. So I had a few handfuls after eating my salad. Which had raw spinach in it and now I am having bowel issues. I don't think I like raw spinach. I don't think my bowels know how to deal with raw spinach.
I've been missing you. Blogging every morning was such a wonderful part of each day. Now I'm racing around trying to get myself off to work instead. My first "work" at work each morning is cleaning up the cat crap deposited in front of my potting bench. Every morning. And the smell of pee is a gentle whiff. Rather be here with you!