Saucytart is up, ready and raring to go. Blessedly, she has moved up, up, and away from the nasty spiral of negativity she found herself sucked into recently.
She is grateful to have shed herself of the self-helpless in her life.
As soon as she gets the call from Snudge, she will be showering and out the door to get into some mischief.
There's a bit of weeding to be done at the garden (since it's been weeks since she's been there, Saucytart is sure the weeds are up to her knees. The plan is to weed the garden, plant a few hills of beans, and hope for the best.
Then there's petanque calling. Or it could be the Obon festival. She's not sure which. And, of course, there is always the siren song of work, work, work beckoning.
Yesterday was spent chillaxing with a friend, sharing a bottle of wine and the poor man's tapas -- Doritos and cheddar cheese. Midway through the afternoon, we decided to trim the unruly tree taking over the backyard. It looks so much better now. If I can just get that pedestal reclaimed; it's yearning to reinvent itself into a sidetable.
Lovely day.
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