Another walk on yet another gloomy, doomy day. Muggy too. As in- where did winter go? It's so confusing. You just start to get acclimated to the cold and then the heat and mosquitoes show up again.
But yes, I did take another walk, and this time I walked down to Lloyd Creek Road and then walked a half mile on it, turned around and came home. I didn't feel like I was going to die but I didn't walk very fast, either. I saw a dead armadillo and a dead snake. Because I am kind, I did not take pictures of the poor creatures.
Here's the railroad track.
Of course we had to try a bite of our boar burgers and they were tasty and there was no way we couldn't eat any of the french fries so that happened too and yet, there was still enough left to fill up the to-go container with no room to spare.
Yet another fuck you, Jay Leno! dinner.
After I'd gotten all of that together, I suddenly felt as if I'd hit a wall. Between the walk and the little bit of housework and going out and then chopping and steaming and peeling and mincing and so on and so forth, I was done.
I think, however, after I finish this delicious martini I am sipping I'll be just fine. And oh, how good those clean sheets will feel! My floors, thanks to Candie, are spick and span and smelling of Fabuloso and vinegar, and the bathrooms are sparkling.
Golly, I'm such a good wife.