Slug-Fest

The Spectator

Today I’m emulating the celebrated slug.

Yesterday I overdid, trying to get all of our tomato plants cut up, pulled out, and relocated to an uncivilized part of our property. I accomplished all, except for the final weed-whacking and clean up around the two brick planters – AND before we got the rain last night, so that was good. What WASN’T good, even with doing my yoga stretches afterward, was my body decided to remind me – YELLING LOUDLY – that I’m not as young as I used to be.

This morning my husband slathered arnica gel all over my complaining back. I also took 2 Tylenol. I’m still walking around feeling every one of my hundred years or so, so I’m going to take things very easy today.

We got the rain I was hurrying around about. It was a glorious storm with wind, lots of rain, lightning, and a truly wonderful, rolling thunder. We don’t think we got any damage, for which I’m grateful.

A nice, sedentary day is planned, with only a couple of errands and a haircut for me, otherwise.  I foresee a S-L-O-W, careful session of yoga and a nap in my future today…