After working in the yard for three days straight, I’m whipped. Dog tired. Speaking of, I haven’t walked her today and don’t know if I can. And I’m out of Naked Strawberry Kiwi Kick. Say what you will about a ‘crutch’, but when you get old you take all the help you can get, and I’ve been scarfing down one Kick a day to keep going.

I’ve also got Arthur drinking them and eating Clif bars for breakfast. He had been sabotaging himself by having a donut for breakfast, then wondering why his brain stopped functioning mid-morning. Duh!

He’s in San Diego this week and O.D. is coming to visit over the weekend so we can scrapbook. I haven’t even started cleaning the house and need to go to Publix… there is a list of chores.

Yup, this is one of those “why did she bother hitting PUBLISH?” posts.

This is for Abbadon:

Someone please come over and pull me up out of this chair….?