Well…I’ve got so darn much stuff to do around here that even when I do get stuff done, I don’t even feel that good about it…after an iffy night of sleep last night, I dumped a huge quantity of coffee down me just to get moving and was out on the lawn to mow before 9…after I got that done…oh, the lawn is starting to look better but still has too many weeds and bare spots for me but I think I need to just understand that it won’t look good until next year probably…but I am going to treat it with some liquid weedkiller in the next few days since the weed and feed didn’t kill all the weeds and that is just damn annoying…after the yard work, I got on the bike to do 15 miles into a 14 mph wind…not all the way but all the way out to the beach so that made for a good run coming back but I was still sore from yesterday’s 30 miles so I only did one ride today…after lunch, I remembered that the car was just filthy since I hadn’t done the interior since before I moved out here so I got out the shop vac and went to work on it…after I got the vacuuming done, I decided to wash the rest of the interior to get rid of the dust and dirt from moving…and I had the cloth from a speaker grill that had come loose so I glued that back down and then decided to wash the rest of the car, too, so I got that done by about 3 and then decided I’d take the rest of the day off…and that’s where the not feeling good about the work I’d done came from…after all…there were 3 more hours I could work but didn’t….and there are still hundreds or thousands of hours of work to do on the house that won’t get done unless I get moving now….and that is a little depressing…I need a vacation…