I was always indoors, or plotting for a way to get back indoors. I was not built for direct sunlight, heat, dirt, and bugs.

We are of the same upbringing, Paula. My father worked all day, then came home and plowed, fed cows and pigs, weeded, whatever needed to be done. And he was happiest when he was busy. And we were rarely indoors. Too much fun to be had outside.

Not a thing wrong with feeling productive, right? 🙂

So this afternoon I’ll finally get some yard work done. I don’t have any yard bags, so I’ll have to stop when I fill the two cans designated for yard waste. Did I mention I detest yard work?

Tomorrow I’ll pitch more ideas and do the #RemoteChat. Thursday I have our Zoom chat and #FreelanceChat to look forward to. I have a script to polish, too (but it’s hard to focus on a story that revolves around a big community event right now). And my desk could use another cleaning, too.

And in between everything else I’ll make more face masks.

I’m definitely one of those people who has to feel as if they’ve done at least a couple of productive things per day. My grandma definitely ingrained that in us when we were young. She was all for allowing some fun into the day, but would never tolerate just sitting around watching TV or playing games all day unless we were sick.