I forgot that it was spring already, but the weather reminded me. Such a beautiful, beautiful day. I went back to the beach after I dropped the kids at school, listened to the radio and took my unfit self for a walk. I started cleaning out the kitchen cupboards when I got home - in my naive predictably awful time underestimation, I figured I could get it all done in a few hours, but we'll be lucky to have it finished before the next millennium. Nevertheless. The dinner plates are now in a much more sensible cupboard, and they are sitting on a clean shelf, so we can claim a small victory. And then we can have a nap.
I picked some flowers out of the back garden to sit in a newly rediscovered jug next to my bed. After I've finished spring cleaning the house, I'm moving on to the garden, which will take even longer because I let the weeds suck all the joy from my soul many years ago and they have formed their own little malevolent dictatorship. But I have reinforcements, and shall overcome. The moral arc of the universe bends towards justice.
I knitted too. I know! All in one day! I've almost finished the fingerless mittens and then just have one crochet rug and seven pairs of socks to finish. Or is that eight? So many things to do, and so few lifetimes to do them in.