What to do?

I've been working in the Brown Eyed Man's sweatshop for about three weeks.  Every night when I get home, I eat supper (the evening meal) and head upstairs.  I usually work up there until about 9 and then come down and go to bed.

Monday night I finished his most recent order of shotgun cleaning rod bags and was thrilled to be able to do something else with my time.  I wandered through the yard and pulled some weeds.  I planted some hops that I'm hoping will grow up and over Clover's kennel to provide some shade this summer.  I've tried clematis.  It died.  I tried a climbing rose and it never climbed anywhere. It just sat there.  It was a sitting rose. Yesterday I re-planted it in the front yard, hoping it will climb up one of the pillars out there.

So, I got that done.  I perused my flower beds trying to determine whether some of the things growing in there were weeds or something I planted last year.  Sometimes you have to wait and see.  It usually turns out to be a weed.

I did some other little crafty thing I had been putting off and then...nothing.  I had nothing to do.  I kept finding myself drifting toward the stairs like I might want to go get ahead a little bit on some bags, but for Pete's sake!  I had a break!  I'd been dying for a break.  I read the magazine that comes with your AAA membership.  That was riveting.

Brown Eyed Man offered to go for a walk with me and that NEVER happens so I took him up on it.  All in all it was nice-ish, but I need to be doing something.  I actually have another sewing project I would like to start tonight so I think I'm in good shape there.  Plus there is always a Jillian Michaels is trying to kill you video I could do.

Are you able to just sit?  I'm terrible at it, but I want to get better.

j