Isn’t it wonderful to have a weekend of nothing planned? Sometimes too tired is a good thing, at least for me, as it means I don’t have time (or inclination) to plan and fill my days. Instead I bounce from one thing to another, one chore to a nap, pulling weeds to making peanut butter. And taking another nap.
I think having a mooch about weekend has put me in the right frame of mind for, at least, the start of the week. We are due a heat wave. Although the nights will remain fairly cool (open shutters!) the days I plan to pass at a slow pace.
After the weekend I am back in the vines for a couple days more, so pacing myself is going to be very important. Good thing I had lots of slow pace practice over the weekend.