TGIM

Thank goodness it's Monday. What a long, hard weekend, beginning with both of us being worn out on Friday and nixing out plans to go south and get a head start on the house Saturday morning. We did, however, manage to get up and out of the house in a fairly leisurely way by 8:00 Saturday, which is an hour quicker than normal. So we yard sale'd all the way down, got some cool stuff, and turned a two hour drive into a four hour drive. It was a beautiful day, though, and I got sun, a Millenium Falcon, a cool hat and a new blue bag. My mom had brought her phone and I got her all set up - she seemed really pleased, which is good. Then we settled into a very serious work session. I painted and painted and painted, after weed whacking then showering. It was REALLY hot, so we both suffered. Fortunately, Birdie had brought my ice packs, so I asked her to drive back for a while, which she did even though she didn't want to. We stopped for plants, so we have all the vegetables for the garden, and THEN we drove through a thunderstorm and stopped at Gayla's house to give Baby his IV. The lights wouldn't turn on when we went in. That must have been SOME storm. We did the whole thing by candlelight, wind-up flashlight and - the best light, surprisingly - my cell phone flashlight. *laugh* The only problem was that you have to keep holding down the button to keep that one on. But it was a great light. We got home about eleven, and I slept till almost 9:30. We took it easy till about one o'clock, then started working. I only got to mow for a while, then a quick shower made me quit, whereupon I went out to the garden to help Birdie and of course she yelled at me and I yelled back and we had a NASTY fight so I went in the house and got staggering drunk while ironing shirts. I feel like hell today. But I said something in the fight that really got to her - I told her I didn't want to be a verbal punching bag. She's been yelling at me lately, and half the time we fight she tells me to move out. I think I'm looking at the end of our relationship, and I'd better think about buying my own house.

You'll notice I didn't say a thing about writing. Nothing over the weekend, and some notes in the outline so far today. Parker is going to cement Kelsey's distrust of him by peering at her through the window of the car. He'll be concerned she may have died and become dangerous, and she will think he's checking her out at the most inappropriate time in the history of the world. Hopefully I can play it funny.