I swear it was clean this morning when I started. It doesn’t matter how much I try to keep it tidy, stuff just keeps encroaching on the space in which I’m working until there’s no where for me to work. I finally just decided it was time to call it a day tonight when I, literally, had no where to work anymore.
Maybe I’ve breathed too many paint, varnish and other fumes.
I haven’t been out of the house except to go pick some tomatoes for dinner. Tomatoes. Oh my. Tomatoes. I have lots. Why must they all arrive at about the same time? Why can’t I have one fully laden plant every couple of weeks instead of six that can’t stand upright from all the fruit on them at one time?
Last night I had eggplant parmesan. At lunch I had spaghetti with the left over sauce. Tonight I had cherry tomatoes with dinner. I don’t know how many more tomatoes I can eat in how many more ways. It seems everyone I know is overloaded with them too. I handed a pile over the fence to the new neighbor yesterday. I even tried to get the roofer and the State Farm guy to eat some at 9 a.m. Friday. I’m a desperate woman.