I don't feel like doing anything remotely useful.
Maybe I'll spend the day reading.
And wishing it wasn't windy so I could read outside.
I've spent hours in the past week on dandelion elimination patrol (or DAP.) I dug 5 or 6 hundred of them out of the ground on Sunday and by dinner time, my wrist was singing me the blues. I think I've now got a handle on what carpal tunnel feels like. And I won't be doing anything like that again.
Now it's 50-60 and call it quits. Plus I put down weed and feed.
I hate being so mean to the poor little dandelions, but last year we got a nasty gram about them from the powers that be. Not happening this year.