Possibly going slightly round the bend?!

Trying to retrieve a little umph I enthusiastically chopped logs into sticks ..took some effort but I felt a satisfying feeling of accomplishment... not so much so when standing at the sink this morning wondering why my back was twinging ...oops
Perhaps chopping one log per day would be a better idea..or every other day...or perhaps stand up and drink wine (swift vision of swigging from the bottle) and just think about chopping sticks? (Back is not so keen on lying down at the moment..ho hum)

Well this morning a little Sunshine peaked through the clouds which was nice..but it fell on the garden ..far less pretty in Breakup ..when the snow melts away leaving a wet muddy mess and the uncovering of anything that has been well hidden by gorgeous white sparkliness for six months or more... but I avert my gaze as it's not yet melted or dry enough to do anything about.

Cabin fever may be emerging in Spring here instead of the usual Winter ..how odd is that. I'm glad it's OK to take the dog for a brisk walk ..my bum would be in danger of getting permanently numb otherwise. Obviously I don't have the personal will power to suddenly become an indoor fitness guru... considering my school PE experience I don't know how that fantasy even made it into my subconscious...no idea at  all.

Well reading progress....far too many bleak articles...no problem...ordinary books No chance.
Although I did try...I romped through the first third of Case Histories and it is well written, amusing descriptions really appealing writing just the story was too darn bleak for me to  cope with!
So back to Agatha Christie audiobook....onto a reading of Poirot's early cases. Familiar pleasures,

 

This morning I was deciding to pretend to be brisk and efficient put a load of washing in, forget to feed the dog, run a sink of bubbles to make washing up inviting (or because I forgot and left the tap on ..take your pick)  when the dog indignantly reminded me of my error with a sharp woof..so I apologized ..as you do ..grabbed 3 milk bone biscuits ...remembered the laundry...dropped a bowl to wash into the suds put down the biscuits ..ran to the washing machine closely escorted by dog ..ran back and couldn't find the biscuits..odd...stared at sink bubbles....No ...stared at bowl not in sink...odd got more dog biscuits (dog was happy) stared at sink again...decided No I wouldn't have ..they'll turn up ... wash up and darn me in the bottom of the sink find remains of very soggy dog biscuits...wash up again.       

I think I better walk the dog ...and possibly search for straight jacket patterns on pinterest?