Well, my voices are telling me that I need to get my hiney out of here and get to work.
I’ll be at the top of a ladder for the rest of the day doing mindless rain gutter cleaning therapy. It’s either that, or Prozac. I think I’ll sweat the ladder :-)
Just please! Whatever you do, don’t take the Prozac and *then* try to climb the ladder.
(I hear tell the voices are positively shrill when they get way up high.)
Be careful.
I gotta go on an Angel Of Mercy run for hubby.
He’s got chest congestion and needs hot tea, lemon and honey.
[three things he never consumes so we have none in stock]
It’s cold out but sunny so I’m gonna go glory in that and dream of hot days and Harleys.
:)