God. I hope not.
I felt quite proud of myself for finally getting my ass out the door to take a walk. It was gray and gloomy and chilly but it wasn't raining and there was absolutely no excuse not to do it. Not like there was ten inches of snow on the ground and I was risking frostbite of the face. Let's be realistic.
And that helped my attitude for about five or six minutes.
After that, not so much.
Anyway, who cares? I've gotten the kitchen and a bathroom mopped and I've got groceries and I've taken trash and also a nap. Man, I seem to be heavily into the nap thing these days. I wake up and have to force myself to move so much as a little finger. Eventually, though, I do.
Jessie will be here tomorrow and then the whirlwind begins. Her four days here will go so quickly. Friday night supper here with all the kids, Saturday night at the Mockingbird where the Cicada Ladies will be playing a set. The tribes shall gather.
For those of you who may not know, The Cicada Ladies are a group of friends and musicians of which my daughter, Jessie, is a part and they try to get together and play every time they're all in the same town.
Here's a video from two years ago. Jessie is the mandolin player.
As you can tell, it's always a lot of fun.
All right. Here's another video of a very different sort. See how messy these chicks are? I just cleaned their whole world this morning and they've already totally trashed it like rock stars on crack.
Time to make some supper.
See you tomorrow.