When we woke up this morning it was damp and gray outside. It rained yesterday morning, and sprinkled on and off throughout the day. This makes me quite happy, if only because we still cannot seem to get into any sort of useful schedule for (manually) watering the yard, and at least when the water comes from the sky, we’re not responsible for remembering to either turn the sprinklers on, or worse yet, turn them back off again.

I did not get around to staining the boards last night, because I have been feeling dreadfully lazy all week. Despite not having any actual Christmas-specific knitting projects to do this year, there are still things I need to be finishing up (or, for that matter, actually starting). The problem is that it is just so much easier to curl up somewhere, wrap myself in a cozy blanket, and allow cats to curl up in my lap, effectively immobilizing me and conveniently keeping me from doing anything remotely productive.

Richard and I were ruefully laughing about this the other day – the difficulty we sometimes have getting things done. You don’t think about this when you are a kid. When you are young, you are convinced that adults have it so much better because they don’t have anyone telling them what to do. Except sometimes it’s the ‘someone telling you want to do’ factor that makes sure things actually get done. And it’s just not the same if you have to be your own keeper.

Happy Holidailies!