For some reason it feels like Friday. I have been thinking Friday all morning. It is, however, Thursday, and though my friend Duane stopped his weekly link-up long ago, I am feeling pleasantly disturbed. So here, in no reasonable order are random thoughts fluttering through my head today.
Our garden tractor needs repairs but the grass is not willing to wait. So this morning, instead of my usual cycling or video aerobics workout I walked in circles with the power push mower. Around and around and around, longing for the 54" cut of the tractor but not able to imagine how one could push such a thing. I trod and pushed until I ran out of gas, using quads and hamstrings, triceps and pectoral muscles. I could have used the time to sing, or pray or ponder a solution to world hunger, but instead I seem to have spent the ninety minutes numb brained, thinking of nothing at all. Perhaps the synapses needed the rest.
Scribing The Journey. You might want to mention squirrels, one of his disturbing pleasures.