The dog walking saga continues, and I come to grips with taking out the trash. Surprising how many memories are associated with rubbish dumps.
Five lessons from my first week of house sitting. Dog’s remember routine; throw out the junk food; get the caffeine intake sorted early; you can’t do everything at once … and its hot (which is not so much a lesson as an observation).
Not what I planned. Not what I expected. Not therapy. Not particularly creative. But it works!
The radio announcer mentioned Spring. It’s the only explanation for my sudden rush around the house, pulling covers off cushions and shoving them into soapy water. That, and the fact that the sun’s out.
My Year of Sweat Squared hasn’t played out as planned. Last year’s Year of Sweat was a success, but I thought I could …