Like a free agent.

What a fast weekend.

I spent the first part of Saturday weed whacking a swamp.

I spent the rest of the day recovering from the weed whacking…

On Sunday I puttered.

I planted my tomato plants and all the random herbs I’ve been meaning to plant.

Then I prepped a social distancing birthday dinner for Little Miss Cotton.

I made kebabs which I had never made before.

I think they turned out pretty good for having no fucking clue what I was doing.

After dinner I had to recover from the puttering and the peopling…

I also crushed both my goals for May.

I read 101 books and walked/ran 203.8 miles.

That’s an average of 3.26 books and 6.57 miles per day.

And doesn’t count all the books I started reading or the steps that my watch didn’t count when I was carrying stuff or pushing a shopping cart.

Let’s see if I can do it again in June?

Maybe.

I’m not gonna lie, I’m fucking tired.

And it kinda took the fun out of reading.

Maybe I’ll just make sure to keep moving and read some everyday.

I have proved that I can do that.

I got my 10,000 steps everyday in May.

And I read everyday.

That’s what’s important, right?

Well today is Monday and the beginning of June.

Let’s start this motherfucker off right.

With a shower.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC