Everyone is asleep except me, the dogs, the chickens, the cats, and the pigs.
I'm not sure what I want to do with my day.
I have a hankerin' for a good thrift-store visit and maybe a movie.
I should make potato soup.
I should have a tea party with the girls.
The chives are up. It's officially spring.
I'm looking forward to gardening this year, but I'm not looking forward to the work.
Someone needs to fence in the garden so the pig can till it up.
I'm glad for the pig.
It's cold out today.
It's too cold to put up a fence around the garden.
It's not too cold to do laundry.
Darn.
I need to go running again. I haven't been for almost a year.
That's terribly depressing.
I'm glad for other things, though.
I'm glad for Bard's scholarship.
I'm glad for a church family.
I'm glad for my iMac.
I'm glad for food in the fridge.
I wish I had more money.
But I'm not glad for wishing I had more money.
I'm glad today's Saturday and there are no outside plans.
I'm not glad that that means I have a whole day to do the cleaning projects I've been putting off.
I didn't put up my Easter decorations this year.
I don't really want to put up my Easter decorations this year.
I should put up my Easter decorations this year.
But then, I'll just have to take them down again.
Laundry always inspires me. Not that I *want* to do laundry, but that once I get it going, I feel like doing other things. That makes me productive.
I've been dealing with a lot of depression lately.
Wish I could overcome that.
I think it's caused by too much time on the computer.
I don't want to give up my computer.
It's a vicious cycle, isn't it?
I should be knitting more.
I should learn to sew.
I'm glad I filled my birdfeeders.
I need another birdfeeder.
Why do I always need "more?"
Human nature, I guess.
The neighbors are moving to New Zealand.
It's interesting to me that they're moving as far away from us as they possibly can.
I should be a better neighbor.
The rooster is crowing.
I need to take some of our livestock to auction.
I don't want to go another year with goats eating my garden.
That was extremely depressing, goats eating my garden.
I won't be working at the greenhouse this year.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
When I worked, I knew my time was limited, so I used it all as efficiently as I could.
When I worked, I never felt like I had time to *really* clean my house.
Now that I'm not working, I feel like I have all the time in the world to clean my house.
So I can do it later.
So I don't do it.
Ugh.
It would be better if the weather weren't so gray.
But then I'd have both the indoor work *and* the outdoor work to do.
I should clean the windows.
Anyone want a female Jack Russell Terrier who isn't fully housetrained?
Me neither.
My stomach is growling.
It's time to make soup.
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