Thursday, March 8, 2012


I had the best intentions yesterday to get so much done, and actually got a few things crossed off before heading to the barn.  Then it all went downhill.  Like Inga the other day, after that frigid beginning the pull of the sunshine was too great to resist and the book I was reading was too good, so my little furry entourage and I went out to the deck to sit.  I could offer the excuse of an aching back from stacking and hauling firewood, but, honestly, I just wanted to read.  My conscience did gig me now and then, but for some reason I couldn't understand Sanskrit, either.  (There's a lot of that going around.)  No, I'm just plain guilty.  Like Inga, I will pay the price.  My conscience is speaking basic English and has grown spurs.  My list is twice as long today and since company is coming this weekend, I've run out of time.

All the same, it was a good day.

1 comment:

Kathryn said...

Hey, the work will always be there, but the sun won't!