I sat on the lawn while the kids swam and carefully plotted ideas for posts for the next two weeks, trying that clever approach on for size.
Today I was supposed to post a saucy and downright hilarious piece with props and pictures. But I just couldn't muster any funny yesterday.
(Cue Debbie Downer.)
I was restless. I missed church. I drove out way yonder to pick up Greg - he was having some work done on his car in no man's land - and missed my turn. I had relied on my new GPS system and it steered me wrong.
I ended up at some Lutheran church, perched in a pasture, with no cell phone coverage and a mouth full of cuss.
But I found him out by a donkey patch and narrowly escaped being hit by a passing car, coming straight at us.
I tripped over things. I'd fiddle with a project, pick up a book and then lose interest. It was just that day.
Evening came and I hobbled through a Jazzercise set, my mood improving, worn out and ready for bed, the only good cure when the day has been too long.