No more unpacking. No more hauling, climbing, hammering, grunting, sweating, cursing, crying, or fretting.
At least not this week.
This week I am going to go to Elkhart EGA's carry-in picnic on Monday night, a fistulagram and possible angioplasty on Friday morning, and then stitching with Miss Jane and the South Bend EGA picnic carry-in on Saturday.
I'm going to take lots of snoozy naps with my face in the sun, read lots of library books on a lounge chair at the pool, and wander around the Michael's or the Targets if the mood strikes me for something frivilous and fancy.
There is still a very long list of stuff to do both here and at CS1, but not this week. I am tired and just plain worn out and it's time I stop acting like a crazy person and take a breath for a minute.
I just said all of this right out loud in front of you, God, and everybody else so now I have to keep my word. If I break it and do anything not on this list I will feel bad about it and I think I've had just about enough of that for one lifetime.
So here's to a happy, healthy, peaceful week full of fun and shenanegins. Hope yours is much the same and that you'll have a cold one and put your feet up with me.