Bedtime, one night last week. Angel had given Grandad his goodnight kiss and the briefest of hugs.
“Aw, come on,” he said. “You can do better than that…”
“No, Grandad,” she replied with a heavy little-girl sigh, “I can’t. My batteries are all runned down…”
I know exactly how she feels…
It was a weekend when nothing (save Angel’s laundry) got done. No photos were taken. No weeds were pulled. No pickles were made. We mustered the energy to walk around the yard a time or two in the near-unbearable humidity, and gather the ripe tomatoes and green beans, but any more than that was simply beyond us.
We were cranky – all of us.
So, now it’s Monday. First day of the week, and I’m already behind. The weather is a bit drier, even if it’s not cooler. Angel’s been awake since 5, so there was no chance for a quality visit with my coffee mug this morning. The post is late.
Obviously, I’m still a little cranky…
Sorry. That sounds horrible, now that I read it back. Very Not Me….
Think I’ll go stare at clouds for a while, and try to recover both my energy and my attitude…
Thanks for listening, gang.