Parked

I've done pretty much nothing today. I snuggled in the warmth of having my coffee from my coffee maker in my mug with my raw sugar in it. The morning paper exhaled a breath of fresh ink on pulp and plopped out of it's plastic cocoon. I cooked breakfast and kept the fifteen bucks I've been laying out for replicated bacon and eggs. Children got comatose in front of the television, bedazzled by a non-Disney marketing campaign.

That's about noon. It's all down hill from there. Ripped out a piece of fence. That was some activity. And put some hinges on a chest. High impact home projects, indeed.

I think tomorrow I'm moving some rocks around the yard.

Today was the decompression.

( I'm not going to dive into details, lest I wind the unwound, but the fifty cent tour is behind this cut. )