[on my way]

I feel like a massive pessimist. I never ran, I did not bike. However I did a lot of bitchin to myself. I took care of poor, sweet barfing child and waged battle on a massive yellow jacket hive inside my compost heap. Sevin powder, Diazanon powder sp?? Pitch fork, bee spray, fire…I think I won, maybe.

Now it’s the mind battle “it’s not miller time”

Think I will go to bed early, sort it out in the morning