I woke up and felt like death this morning. Did I mention that I’ve been sick for over a month? There’s good and bad days. This morning was bad, but today as a whole was okay. I weed whipped the inside and outside of four baseball diamonds’ fences. It took an hour each. Two and a half tanks of gas, two sets of blades, several dead bees, one gash on my arm, and four hours total. I was tired. And mildly insane by the end. Lunch never tasted so good.
I felt pretty good once I got home and Jer had invited me out to eat, so I met him at Outback. We had a fun evening, despite my random and sudden sleepiness.
I have butterscotch candies, I’m very happy.
