And it's just about wrecked me! I feel more tired, beat-up and run over tonight than if I'd worked hard physically all day.
Yep, until yesterday, I have been working hard getting the garden in, weeds on yet bare ground under control, weed whipping, berry bushes pruned and ready for the season and related outside yard/garden projects.
All that and more until our full day of rain yesterday.
Even then I kept going non-stop all day catching up on repotting seedlings, household-y type chores I'd been neglecting, etc., etc.
Papa Pea strongly suggested we take today off. Seems he may have pulled a muscle or ligament or possibly damaged a tendon down by his ankle but has been gimping along on a very swollen ankle and foot for several days. He finally made the decision this morning (his decision, not my suggestion about which I've been nagging him) to spend the day sitting with the swollen appendage up and resting. Turns out it's been a good day for his idleness because it was cold and very gray this morning with rain starting again after lunch time.
All I did this morning was go to the library and make a quick stop (the devil made me do it) at a local nursery before coming home.
The rest of the day I've spent reading on the couch . . . which is something I never do during the day, even in the dead of winter. Why, you may ask? Because I immediately fall asleep when I'm not moving! I do declare, I spent more time this afternoon dozing off and then jerking myself awake than I did reading. Hubby tried to talk me into stretching out and taking a real nap, but I knew I would feel cwappy upon awakening. (The few and far between times I've succumbed and napped during the day always brings the same yucky results.)
So I guess the moral of the story is the old saying, "It only hurts when I stop."
Sure hope the weather is good tomorrow so I can work hard again. I'll feel much better.