I am tired. Alas, Tired Sunday is not alliterative like Tired Tuesday, nor does it have a nice ring to it like Wrist to Forehead Sunday (or am I kidding myself about Wrist to Forehead Sunday?). One might argue that feeling tired may be a reason to swoon, posed dramatically with the back of one wrist to my forehead, but quite frankly, that seems to be too much trouble right now (either swooning or arguing about it).
Random picture to distract from the fact that I am whining yet again.
Oh dear. This picture just reminded me that Brookwood Market was today. I was going to go! I completely forgot about it.
In my defense, I did a few other things today. Most notably, I mowed my lawn, no small chore as regular readers know (I mean, the lawn isn’t all that big, but to me it is a big chore). I started my power mower by myself! I felt like much woman, as my sister Vicki would say. I tried to battle some of the overgrown stuff I couldn’t mow, like the insidious wild grapevine that is taking over the back.
I didn’t get that much done.
This is an older picture, from a more successful lawn session. Well, perhaps this is why I am so tired today. Then, too, I think I am still recovering from whatever ailed me last week. Oh dear, whining again.
Another random picture, for the same reason as the other.
Also under the heading of things done: I grocery shopped. I made my salad for the week AND put together tomorrow’s lunch, both chores I usually leave for Monday or even Tuesday morning. I washed some of the dishes (I don’t know why it is so difficult for me to get them all done, but so it is).
And I have made a blog post of over 300 words. I’d better stop typing before I start whining again.
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