Yesterday proved to be quite productive. I completed clearing the main path to the raised bed. Hard work. Lifted too many stones and today am exhausted and hurting along with being plagued by dark emotional over tones. It's simply beautiful outside, but if I go out forgotten is the need to take time off, and I start pulling weeds again. Until *ouch* my body reminds me. So, like the woman on the 8 of Swords, I'm all tied up in a cage of my own making.