I’m sitting here this evening staring at the computer. My mind is racing and I have the desire do something creative or productive. Never mind the fact that I’ve been productive all day. I dug out the front flower beds today. Moved all of our Jasmine that was struggling in the beds over to the fence line – hoping that if they had something to climb on they’d do better. I suppose we’ll even see if they survive considering I ripped them from the ground. I’ll finish with the beds tomorrow.
My body is achy and exhausted and as much as I want to do something, I want to go to bed more. I can’t stay focused on something like writing. Boy do I want to write. I can’t guarantee that I could stay focused on reading, but I may try anyway. I will probably pass out promptly upon picking up a book. I suppose we’ll see.