I can almost pinpoint the exact moment I got sick. We were in the car, on our way home from my mother’s place … where Mark built a giant compost heap this weekend:
… and the girls did a lot of this:
Me: I sawed a lot of wood (you didn’t think I could do that, did you?) and when I wasn’t busy raking or sawing I just poked around:
I have been shlumping around the house with barely enough energy to do much of anything this week. I have a ton of things to do today. I’m being flown to T.O. on Friday on a weekend-long bloggy/media junket (more about that later) and I just realized I need to do laundry. Send me some energy, stat!
