...and what do I have to show for it?
Precious little, actually.
Writing comes to me in spurts. The dribs and drabs don't even add up to one blog post.
Depression has raised its ugly head the past few weeks. Therefore, fewer posts. You can find me in my recliner, playing games on my cell phone. If only the apps would stop their incessant advertising!
I've become more and more sedentary.
- Watch a lot of Netflix movies.
- I indulge in my sweet tooth's desire for tres leches cake.
- I haven't gone to a movie theater in a while. They haven't shown anything worth the price of a ticket lately.
I listen to the drone of a neighbor's lawn mower; it's the sound of summer. I haven't seen any cicadas yet.
Mowed the front lawn last week. The backyard has sporadic clumps of grass; I'll skip mowing for now. I haven't weed whacked in a month since I can't take the spool off to replace the spool of line.
Crabgrass and centipede grass keep appearing in the gravel driveway. I've been experimenting with white vinegar. I have to buy more vinegar to pour on new weeds.