As I grow more sick of this, I simultaneously learn more about the virus that I am therefore less inclined to risk getting.
But I do grow sick of this. I’m going to guess that y’all feel the same.
Weirdly I am still not out of major projects, either, though… so I guess I hope to quarantine long enough to finish them all. Seriously a couple of more weeks of poetry and I’ll be happy to kiss that class goodbye. I will recover a lot of time. I probably won’t even write anything for a bit. I am getting better but it is painfully slow.
Anyway, the hot tub is empty and getting it’s final scrub-down before I begin the re-fill. That’s the pic.
Today I will build the darn golf club rack and clean out the pond/rv shed. I will.
The fish are thriving. Still alot of green fish poop on the bottom, but I have a method now and gradually getting rid of that. Supposed to get a plant island put in there in June–that will help with shade and cooling and the ecosystem of the pond. I may or may not stick to that plan. Funny picture of ‘Great White’ grabbing a snack.
Tomorrow is a big day as I have three errands outside the house to run. Can you believe it? I will go THREE PLACES! Yes, they are essential.
I’m out. Of everything.
