Don't know *what* the heck got in to me this weekend, but I was a furious hive of activity. Finished a quilt, rehung paintings, sealed the stove's rusting hood, painted parts of my walls doing touch-up, threw out or recycled a mass of kitchen clutter, cleaned the kitchen up thoroughly, bathed a dog, had dinner with mom/dad/sister/bro-in-law and baby, went to the gym, and finally collapsed last night at 9pm. I was so tired I couldn't even stay up to watch "Breaking Bad."
Whoever snuck over and put the speed in my morning coffee, thanks, but don't do it again. Don't think I'll survive another weekend like this...I'm just getting too old for such craziness.
Onwards and downwards,
Peep Smith (Jean)