I need some balance in my life. Or maybe I already have it. I can't tell. Ironically, on days that I've schedule off, I almost always find a way not to relax.
This past weekend was the Memorial Day weekend. Nearly every person that I posed this question to on Tuesday "How was your weekend?" replied with something to the effect of "Great! I spent all of my time in my garden." The closest I got to that was going with my mother-in-law to pick out a Japanese maple tree which today looks crunchy and slightly sickly.
I gigged on Saturday and Sunday and camped out under the stars in the cold on Sunday night. Fortunately, I consumed just enough bourbon to keep myself reasonably warm.
Monday morning I got home and realized the laundry bomb had exploded in the basement once again and so all the time I had purposefully set aside to spend in my garden was instead spent washing muddy clothing. I can never complain at least that my life is boring.
Dinner: Falafel sandwich
Listening to : Miss Molly - Lost For Words
