There are some days when you are just too exhausted to do anything. We all have them. We crash and burn like an Italian Greyhound coming down from a milkbone high.
We did manage to rake out our flower beds and move Schmedly the Gargoyle to his new home. The grass growth was hindered by leaves (thank goodness) so I can put off calling the gardener for at least another week.
I can’t think of anything I need more than a good, long nap. Perhaps after we are done cooking the brisket on the BBQ, I write a few articles for the CAP newsletter, I finish the dishes, and straighten up the dining room...