The Weak End

Okay. It's Friday and it's officially the weekend. In my case, I'm so tired by the time Friday rolls around (who made up that phrase? and do days roll anywhere?) that I consider it the weak end because I'm feeling weak from the week. I'm not sure where all those 24/7s go, but mine seem to be running sprints and I'm too old and don't have any running shoes (nor should I be wearing that Nike spandex kind of running clothing), so the days are sprinting, but I'm doing more of a semi-speedy sloth imitation.

I'm home for the evening and having just a wonderful time watering my lawn. The timer I set goes off every half hour to remind me to change the location of my two front yard sprinklers. Matter-of-fact, this timmer goes "off" a little too long, and if it weren't for my laziness or my focus on something else, Mr. Timer would look like Salvador Dali's melting clock flung against the wall!

Alas, it's time to sprinkler another section of my lawn, so I'll have to depart the bloggernecessity to make sure each and every deserving little blade gets a good, long drink of water. When this fun activity is over, I think I'll alphabetize my spice cabinet and re-arrange all my silverware and plates by color from lightest to darkest, but then again, maybe I'll just kick back, throw caution to the wind and do my best imitation of an Idaho sofa sitter, a.k.a. a couch potato. Sounds like a plan to me. And I love planning.