Did I herald this day with enough enthusiasm? Hard and loud? I did. It was to be a beautiful day here at the farmette!
Unfortunately, after our usual relaxed breakfast (or maybe even before?)...
I realized that I am one sick cookie. Please, do not mention cookies, nor any food at all! Don't even mention tea! Bleh!
I told myself to get up and do stuff: take the mind off of the bod, focus on the day ahead. I vacuumed the upstairs.
Then I sat down on the couch -- no, actually reclined on the couch -- covered myself with a quilt and remained thus for the rest of the day. With the exception of a ten minute foray outside: to watch Ed fix the walkway...
... and then to put in at least a few tomato seeds into the cups with soil. 25 actually. That's it. I'm done. I return to the couch and Ed finishes the planting. 96 little containers total.
Phew, such a beautiful day -- for Ed, I hope. For me too, vicariously.
Unfortunately, after our usual relaxed breakfast (or maybe even before?)...
I realized that I am one sick cookie. Please, do not mention cookies, nor any food at all! Don't even mention tea! Bleh!
I told myself to get up and do stuff: take the mind off of the bod, focus on the day ahead. I vacuumed the upstairs.
Then I sat down on the couch -- no, actually reclined on the couch -- covered myself with a quilt and remained thus for the rest of the day. With the exception of a ten minute foray outside: to watch Ed fix the walkway...
... and then to put in at least a few tomato seeds into the cups with soil. 25 actually. That's it. I'm done. I return to the couch and Ed finishes the planting. 96 little containers total.
Phew, such a beautiful day -- for Ed, I hope. For me too, vicariously.
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