…though it’s getting off to a chilly start at it.
Wow, I overslept. Didn’t sleep well because it was a bit cold (and I drank way too much tea last night so I was up four times just for that) which means when I finally opened my eyes for good and all it was almost seven. My first guilty thought was “do I smell dog piss?” But no, LB was a good boy. And in fact though I won’t say it for fear of indulging in wishful thinking, I’m tempted to say LB’s getting a bit better. Hasn’t had an accident since BB left, anyway, and the past few mornings he’s been more interested in getting his belly scratched than in rushing outdoors to do his chores. Maybe the diet change is helping? Can’t say, but the “convert the chicken yard to a kennel” project has lost its urgency.
Right at this moment all other projects have lost their urgency too, alas. This spasm of bad weather has put me right back in Winter Sloth mode. It’s after seven and I’m sitting here in my PJs and hoody, thinking of painting that drip edge so I can get to work on gutters but with no trace of want-to. Maybe I’ll get back into it when it warms up. Right now chickens are calling.
I know the “Bleh, weather sucks” feeling well. Having very bad allergies, any time the barometric pressure drops, I get a rather not-so-nice headache which turns me into a right bastard.
So, of course, I live in Florida where severe storms are normal.
But at least I have almost never had to scrape my windshield for ice or shovel snow (did it once, in late 1989, that was enough.)
Take care of yourself. Days where your brain is telling to to just f#%k-it are usually days that are going to be crappy for one reason or another anyways.