I never though pulling weeds could ever be therapeutic.
I haaaaaated that when I was younger. Hated it. But now…it’s nice to put on a podcast and just be down with the plants and the dirt. Who knew? Got to go out and visit somewhere and pull weeds. Happy with the swath I pulled out, too.
I got some rest today. Got up on time, right on time, and stayed up for a good three hours, then went back and snoozed. Forced myself to, actually. I kept waking up with my brain spinning thoughts…but I stayed put and inevitably nodded off again. I was tired. Still am, actually…but getting used to my new schedule.
Did laundry. Watched a bit of baseball. It was a good day. A quiet day. Liz was out babysitting our goddaughter, so I definitely missed her, but it was a good day nonetheless.
Sleep time now.