Any of you old enough to remember that commercial? No matter. It was pretty silly anyway. The gist of it was, "I need a rest and time to myself."
Both Papa Pea and I have been working really hard physically all week and our wagons are draggin'. So we're taking a self-imposed day off tomorrow to do only things that we want to do. Not to say we haven't wanted to do the things we've been accomplishing this week, but tomorrow is to be more of a relaxing, fun time, do only what is classified as fluffing off, pure entertainment, indulging in time doing whatever re-energizes and re-fuels our personal beings. (You know, those things that responsible [ha!] adults put off until we "have the time.")
Truth to tell, for me, it's also going to be a time for my body to recuperate. What hurts? My right wrist, my left heel, my lower back, a hitch in the get-a-long of my left hip, both shoulders, my right elbow and a shooting pain in the transitional arch of my right foot. (Other than that I'm feeling pretty good.)
I wonder if the fact that I'm staying away from sugar is the cause of my body falling apart? I bet that's it. Yeah, that must be it! Pie. I need two slices of Banana Cream Pie. And Cinnamon Rolls for breakfast. And a big bowl of Salty Caramel ice cream. I'm certain I'd feel better then.
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