Waking up this morning, alone, at home, with only the whole day and the rest of my life ahead of me... feeling twice as rested as I have for the better part of the past few weeks, but half as rested as I really should... my first thought was of being awake, my second of the time (is 7:15 still early?), and then all that needs doing: I don't know where to start. It's going to be a hot one today and the garden dearly needs my attention while it's still cool out this morning, but just getting out of bed and taking a first few steps reminded me that everything hurts... It's all stiff and sore and in need of proper care, not hours of bending to lift and pull and cut back the tangled mess of stems and stalks and flowers and leaves that's been pretending to be my garden: plants on top of other plants and others under them, flopped down any-which-way, covering over all my best laid plans... time to uproot a few things and sow new seeds, and to get things set upright again. It needs doing.
It's weird to consider the possibility that no one will think about me today. Huh.
Okay, time to ignore these creaky joints and fix the gardens, it's getting late already...
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