Last night I finished the copyedits for The Inexplicables, and kicked everything over to Liz - so now that book is, well, if not put to bed ... then it definitely has its teeth brushed and its jammies on. This frees me up to get back to work on other things. Or rather, it now removes my last excuse re: not working on other things that need working on.

Like Fiddlehead, which I still haven't started yet. Never mind the short projects I have in the queue, and the other things I'd love to start.

But today was an errand-running and cleanup day, which I gave myself permission to indulge without second-guessing, since I produced Tangible Work Results last night.

Therefore, I visited a new salon and made an appointment, and went to the home improvement store for an assortment of small odds and ends that had been piling up on my handy-dandy list. Then I came home and used some sticky reflective letters to label our recycling bin (you don't need a special bin, but you're supposed to designate whatever you use); I cleaned up a positively epic tangle of overgrown daisies in the back yard, for they had become utterly unmanageable; I pruned, trimmed, and watered/fed/insecticide-ed a rose bush/tree that's in bad need of TLC; babied our other roses and trimmed up the herb garden, which had also become epic in its fluffiness; used my brand new hose reel to manage 200 feet of garden hose which was previously strewn about behind the bushes; and hauled out some paint to do second-pass touch-ups to the iffy places indoors.

I'd halfway thought about trying to catch a matinee of Dark Shadows today, but now I'm too gross, tired, and sweaty to make the effort. And yes, I know. It's bound to be a terrible movie - but if you think that'll stop me, you probably haven't been reading my blog for very long.

The husband and I did catch The Avengers the other day, and we enjoyed it quite a lot. But other than that, we haven't much left the house on non-house-related errands.

(We aren't really reclusive hermity-types, I swear.)

In other news, it'll be suppertime here before terribly long - and merely typing that big fat paragraph up above has made me hungry. I'mma go make a sandwich. Then maybe I will play some video games or take a nap. Then tomorrow: it's back to writing work in full and proper force.

You just watch me.