While I slept until 9:45, my husband got up and mowed the yard and now he's picking up a boat he's borrowing from a friend to take down the Wacissa River. It's the flats boat he uses to hunt gator in and it's easy to take in the shallow parts of the river, to get off and onto to go swimming.
And that's what we shall do.
I should shave my legs, pack a lunch.
I am inert as dirt.
What in hell is wrong with me?