My weekend was the same as my week, so I'm tired, Jerry. I enjoyed the rains innundating our parched gardens, and the clean green of the refreshed corn, and the brilliant blue of the sky after the system moved on to gnu in New Brunswick. We send most of our weather to gnu, 'cause he appreciates it.

Mostly though, I'm tired of having no income and years of making do.
We're in survival mode here, and working hard. Laundry is my enemy, and we produce lots of laundry!

I'm grateful for the garden bounty, and friends, and that moment when I can crawl into bed. I'm glad I can sit here and write to folks at the 'Cat when I take a sit-down break, and that the computer is still managing to stumble along a while longer. Friends make me laugh, and the bantams in the garden are wonderful entertainment.

I've got the too much work to do
Never buying something new
Scrub another load or two
Both feet hurt; can't wear my shoes
Send the storm along to gnu
Weekend Blues!