will this day be better?

I don’t know.

Yes, a bit better. I finished my transplants and I sowed my seeds and I tidied a bit. I have to sweep up the dirt. I´m a messy gardener. And I did my laundry.

But my sitting area is fine and I sat out under an umbrella with a little red wine on ice and a crab wrap for an early supper and read NYTs. Nice.

More to come. Maybe.

and sure as night follows the day

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.