I really do need to go somewhere. I don't want to clean house, I'm too sore to pull weeds and I'm tired of sitting in this chair thinking about all the stuff I "should" be doing. I always thought that when I had the time to do whatever struck my fancy that I'd have list a mile long filled with all the things I didn't have time for during through the child raising years. Now that time has come and I'm too often tired or disinterested to do anything. Apparently I'm impossible to please.
I think I can force myself out the door and go to the nursery and buy some pansies. Their cheerful faces can't help but make me smile.