Other than milking in the morning and putting the animals to bed at night, I'm not held to any particular schedule anymore. I eat when I'm hungry and sleep when I'm tired. This comes after a lifetime of regimented days as a parent and in the work force. When I no longer had those responsibilities, it was a little disorienting to realize the clock was no longer dictating my actions. With that in mind, I still seem to work better with a [self-imposed] deadline and I procrastinate until the last minute, then dash to do what needs to be done in a race with myself. The day before, I had done absolutely nothing to get ready for Dolly's visit. Yesterday I watered the tomatoes (which I finally got planted out in the garden), weeded another barrel, did a little more weeding in the lavender bed, changed the bedding in the guest room, dusted and vacuumed the house, fed the chickens and milked the goats, mucked out stalls, washed buckets, and was cleaned up and smiling when Doll drove up at 11. Whew!
After spinning like a top all morning, I was more than ready for a day of chatter with my friend. The weather was mild and we spent much time out on the deck, talking and watching the turkey tribes wander past. The first day of each visit runs well into the night as we laugh and catch up on our news. I don't know how the phrase "slept like a top" developed, unless, after furiously spinning around, one just falls over and lies still. I do know I slept like a top last night.