One of my Spotify Daily Mixes is just white noise.

I’m totally serious.

One of my six daily playlists was all white noise.

And another was low-fi hip-hop beats.

My other go-to for not murdering people who chew with their mouths open.

Saturday’s forecast predicted thunderstorms all day.

So I settled in for a nap in the quietest room in the house…

The eyemask and weighted blankie combo is where it’s at.

If only I had worn my giant ear goggles and pumped cold air into the room, then I might’ve actually rested.

Instead I just got woken back up every time I got on the verge of falling asleep.

Over and over again.

And it didn’t rain while I was lying down either.

So I went out to work in the yard.

To try to get as much done as possible before the rains rolled in.

I blew all the leaves off of the driveway, roof and sidewalks.

And cleared the drains and gutters.

And started cutting down one of the coddamn Bradford Pears in the front yard.

I’ve always hated those stupid trees.

And now I’ll dedicate their deaths to Odin and offer their bodies to the goddess.

Then I decided to shower and work on dinner plans.

It was a pretty quiet evening and we were in bed before the storms finally showed up.

We slept in yesterday.

After an easy going stretch and meditation session we went for a walk.

I had decided to take a rest day.

So I cut down the rest of that Bradford Pear tree.

Naturally.

And got three half hour walks in.

Because I’m bad at resting.

Even my eyes…

Today is Monday.

Back into the maelstrom we go.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC