Stir-Crazy

It is possible that I have spent so much time in front of my computer, pounding out documents other people have assigned, that my eyes are crossing.

I did spend some outside yesterday, clipping, kicking at, jumping on, and cutting down a 10 foot-tall bush to make room for a garden plot. There is nothing like manual labor to keep a body from going completely bonkers. Thank heaven for soil, leaves, saws and a touch of brute force.

From time to time electronic devices become manacles and telephones, shackles to responsibility. I read this article in the Smithsonian magazine by J.R. Moehringer; he says, “…I don’t enjoy writing, but I enjoy having written.” I know I will feel that way when December 1st comes around, but right now all I want to do is chuck my implements of bondage across the room.