Hurty Gertie

You’ve come to take me out again
And while my cold is softly leaving
Your aches and pains are creeping

Holey Moley I’m tired. I felt the whole “getting over a cold” feeling on Friday and tackled the yard, hard. Trimmed the straying edges of grass, whacked out some bad weeds, spread some mulch, and trimmed tree limbs (about twelve, weighing about 15 or 20 pounds each.

It helps that I had my eldest around to try sweeping (it was about to rain again so I did it more quickly than the young one could) and to haul those branches off to the pickup pile. We stood on the porch during lunch, watching the big green debris hauler come through and pick up our cuttings (sawings?) for mulching down at the county waste facility. It’s this great truck, with a dumptruck-style back and a gigantic claw that scooped everything up with two quick scoops. Well, most everything – the guy was showing off a bit and picked up a small branch about the size of a baseball bat with the huge claw; I should have brought out my camera.

But I am so paying for it today. Worth it, though – I needed the exercise, I needed the lawn work done, and I only have a short sweet spot between “feeling better” from a transient sickness and starting to really slide back into Psoriatic Arthritis pain again.

Shot night tomorrow night – yay.