Can't write. Weeding.
Which is why I am too exhausted to do much more of anything except sprawl out on the couch, with my feet up, and pretend to read a book,when actually I am almost too tired to even hold it up.
Maybe there's a Simpsons rerun on instead!
Enjoy your well-earned rest!
ReplyDeleteCan't talk. Sleeping.
ReplyDeletei so wish i loved yard work--cause it looks so good in my mind---good job!
ReplyDeleteThat's almost inspiring enough to get me out there to tackle the disaster right outside my window. Almost.
ReplyDeleteYou are more committed than me, I am still avoiding the work desperately needed in my garden.
ReplyDeleteCan't weed, writing!