Yardwork has been my life for the past 2 days.
Now I have cleared almost all the leaves from my front and back yards, and I’m feeling it.
Oh, how I’m feeling it.
So, it’s time to rest. Recuperate. Take a few Advil and let sleep do its restorative work.
This feels incredibly good — not the pain I’m in, rather, the state of having gotten a whole lot done in the past 22 hours. I still have a ways to go, but I have made incredible progress. And my body will eventually get back to where it should be. More muscle for the winter. I can use it.
I have my running list of prep work. I still need to get the snowblower serviced, and I need to call the chimney guys to clean the flue and get the leaves out of my gutters. But that will happen. Heck, I might even fire up that little generator to see how it does with the pump. If I don’t have electricity, I don’t have running water, and that’s no good. I got myself a generator last year, but I never fired it up. I should do that. And test out running the well off the generator.
It’s all happening.
And it’s good.