Perhaps my friend Karen's ambition and productivity rubbed off on me a little -- because I came home and...
...canned 18 quarts of peaches.
And I really don't like canning...but The Farmer loves canned peaches, and store-bought jars just don't cut it...So, after last year's peach debacle, I am trying it again.
I could have stopped right there and called it a good day, but something got into me and I decided that I wouldn't wait for The Farmer to have time to help me put together my new shelves for the garage...
...so I did it myself.
It was obviously necessary. The jumble was growing out of control.
It looks a little better now...a major re-organization is needed...and I love to re-organize!
But that's a project for another day.
After all this productivity, I was too tired to make dinner. Fortunately, Cait brought Chinese home...blessed girl! And now the jacuzzi is calling me, and I will answer -- because my back is feeling funny...in a hurty sort of way.
Don't expect much tomorrow.
Or the next day.
I can't seem to work hard more than one day in a row lately...Is this what happens after 50?