Tom's napping...being grumpy about not having a voice is exhausting.

I just came in from yanking weeds in the flower beds (what's left of them after several years of neglect) up and down the driveway. Some of 'em were bigger than the plants that were SUPPOSED to be there! Still need to get up on the bank of the rockery and work down from there.

I'm sweaty, caked with dirt (but it's nice garden dirt!), I've prolly just washed off all the bug stuff, and I could start another garden with the dirt under my nails. Sigh. Haven't come near to touching the beds, etc. out back.

At least it's not raining...

Now I'm going back out with the spray cleaner and a handful of paper towels and clean the rain gunge and residue off the table on the deck. THEN I'm gonna mix myself a Campari and soda and maybe relax a bit (while looking around and feeling guilty about all the yard work that still needs to be done; sigh).

Oh, and I better find the anniversary card that I haven't written out yet (or rubberstamped) and the bottle of Flag Hill (the local winery) Marechal Foch I picked up for Tom.

Linn