I never did get all my tomatoes or beans picked yesterday but most of them are down. To tell the truth, I’m a little sick of harvesting and processing and preserving. I know for sure I will be glad in winter that I’ve done the work. And I will be happily start the process of starting everything by February. I will hang in, breathe and take little steps here and there.

I must admit defeat where my kitchen sink is concern. After dumping this and that potion down its mouth, pouring hot boiling water and running the tap for eons, the water is not rushing pell mell down the drain. But I was drained, coming undone at the seams. Tomorrow morning I will call the plumber to come in the afternoon. My energy is better spent elsewhere. Better save my water and electric bill to pay the plumber.

Though defeated, not all was lost. I saw the folly of my efforts. I also saw the clutter and mess of my physical surroundings. It made my head ache and my vision blur. I think it’s what you would call brain fog. While the tap was running at a small trickle and the kettles were boiling, I washed the floors slowly and painfully. I sorted a few things to keep and others to throw out. So that’s where I am at today.

Interestingly I am reading Wally Lamb’s She’s Come Undone. Seems like such a good title for my post. It’s been on my Libby App for quite a few days. I’ve just opened it with only 8 days left to read it. It’s very good. I’ve read 8% this morning. If I read 15%, I can get it done. Here’s hoping. Meanwhile on with the day. To the tomatoes and beans next.