Today was much less productive, work-wise. Much more productive, rest-wise.
Dragged our sorry butts out of bed to return the rototiller on time.
Went out for breakfast. Minimal conversation - mostly pleasant silence.
Came home.
Napped. Seriously - conked right out for a few hours.
Got up.
Walked to Bayfront Park, where we fake-fed geese and ducks. ("Fake-feeding: the act of waving your arm as if you are flinging bread, but really - you have nothing.")
The boats are moving into action again, btw. Owners are scrubbing and polishing their boats, in anticipation for when they actually get into the water. I saw one guy whose girlfriend was getting a headstart on the season - she was tanning in the boat, which is odd to see when the boat isn't in the water, but is just suspended in a parking lot (boating lot?) with all the others.
I am now staring at a juniper bush in the corner of the yard. It's trying to blend in and be cool, but it's a little like Goliath trying to blend with the Lilliputians of Gulliver's Travels. It's huge. It needs to be chopped. I may just do that before the sun goes down.
No injuries today!
