Day one back at the Lake House.
First of all, make a note that making the drive on a Sunday is the way to go. If you get as frustrated as I do at big rigs blocking the highway, travel on Sundays.
Upon arrival, the house is shockingly clean compared to when we came back in June. Livable even.
Dug out an old Serequel, really wanted to get a good night's sleep. Cut it in half and set off on my journey.
Anyone who knows me, also knows sleep and I have never been friends. Back when I was working, the full dose barely helped. I never thought I'd say it - but "Wow, this stuff is strong."
Could hardly drag my ass out of bed at noon. Three double coffees later, I'm just shaking off the cobwebs.
Something about being here just makes me feel lazy. I could plant myself in this chair for a few days easy.
Dark here today - but surprisingly NOT raining. Need to get off my ass and knock down some weeds. Also got a broken window to contend with here.
Then get up to the cabin and get some real work done.
