Written with a Yawn

I muddled through half the day before I realized today was Thursday, not Wednesday.  Independence Day completely threw me off schedule.  Add to that my evenings at the church painting foam insulation with latex paint and you  have one confused blogger.

I fully intended to be in bed, half-asleep by now, but when you decorate the church from 5:30 p.m. to 8:30 p.m., then go to Target and return home at 9:30 p.m., the leftover night is abbreviated.  And I had to watch “Big Brother” (I videotaped it).

I have been writing in my other blog.  (I am contractually obligated, you know, to write over there.  Not that I wouldn’t want to anyway, of course, but you know.  When the night is late and my brain is limping, I write over there before I write here.)

Um, what else?  That’s all for tonight.  Though I should mention that the children all played so cooperatively in the back yard today that I only shook my head and rolled my eyes when I realized they were intent on creating a moat or a pond or something muddy back by the fence.  They shoveled and sprayed and dug until they were all coated with dirt and drops of water. 

My husband said, “Well, if you can’t dig around when you are a kid, when can you?” 

Indeed.