Resting

It's a day of rest - and I'm taking it. We have been working for the past seven days - stopping only to eat and sleep - getting our sweet little home ready to sale. We've landscaped the yard, cleaned up the garden area, stained the stairs and new garden shed, and numerous other things outdoors that I can't recall.

Yesterday, we began working on the inside. Mostly painting. Lots of painting. The trim that was put on three years ago was never finished in the master bedroom or the family room. While Scott cut and hammered trim, venting his frustration (very loudly)over the difficulty of the bull-nose corners, a concerned neighbor rushed over, fearful that Scott had sawed his arm off, I was hiding in another part of the house dreamily painting base boards.

Let me just say that being "sore" is an understatement. I can not begin to tell you how loudly my muscles are "venting" at me. So today I'm resting. I'm dreaming, baking, and perusing my favorite cookbooks. The most strenuous thing I have done is to bake O'dog some Snicker*Doodles and make my autumn menu grocery list. :O)