It's day again, and there is work to be done (and songs to be sung) and I’ve had my swim and breakfast and I need to rest again.

It’s still Monday and I haven’t done much (anything) today. I puttered with some soup and some food and some planning. I sat on the balcony and drank coffee and caught up with NYTs and enjoyed it.

A friend dropped in with a chicken carcass for me to make bone broth with and she stayed for tea. I promised myself that I would plant later but it’s later now and the sun is too hot for me to work out there, so I’ll wait till—when?

I can’t believe I can be so lazy. Will I ever get better?

Do I care? Do you?

I’m not complaining. I’m just bearing witness to my sloth.

Well, I was hoping, but too busy and now exhausted. I worked on the back-40 (my balcony garden.) I had soil to prepare and plants to put in. Not that many but some heavy lifting was involved. Thank goodness Matt helped me.

Beautiul day, warm sun and air. For a change I was not cold, but still sore, and tired. I finally quit and we swam— indoors. I’ll deal with the rest of the plants tomorrow. I still had dinner to prepare.

Roast chicken with tiny new potatoes and fresh asparagus with pineapple and strawberries for dessert. I enjoyed my Sunday Special (one gin martini) as I pretended to be at leisure, and then one glass of red wine (Baco Noir) which carried me through dinner to clean-up time after Matt left.

I dismantled the chicken and froze packages for later meals and started a chicken bone broth for overnight. I’ll deal with it in the morning along with the corn chowder I started earlier today when I took a break from the balcony chores.

I’m tired now, too tired to write a proper Blog.

After all, tomorrow is another day.