Beating Myself Up

Physically, that is.  I worked my ass off in the yard today.  I mowed, I pulled weeds, I cut back shrubs, I pulled off most of the barrier on the front patio...but there's a little bit of a holdout plank that kicked my ass today.

There's something about hard work that's therapeutic.  When I work hard and sweat, I wear myself out, but the end result is like a drug. I look around the property and I know that I did this work, it looks nice and I can take care of it.  If I can take care of the property, I can take care of myself...right?

I showered, did my hair, a load of laundry and drank a couple of beers.  I'm not a beer drinker per se. I'll drink it when I'm in Mexico and it's super hot, have some chips and salsa, etc.  But today, I swallowed down a couple and am getting ready to do some shots as well.  Thank goodness I've finished my pedicure, because I'm not sure how it would've turned out after the shots.  Have I been busy today....or what?

Tomorrow, I'm heading to wine country to help a couple celebrate their wedding anniversary.  One more week and I'll have a week off.  Can't wait!