it's a great long weekend (well, for monkeydad, my life is mostly one long weekend), and i'm ridiculously at loose ends and a bit wound up but completely un-focused. almost like being de-focused if you know what i mean.

we've done some thrifting. nothing dramatic found really. an old chinois, some odds and ends. monkeydad found a superb old craftsman drill that looks like a tiny airstream trailer. i also got a bag of funky old playing cards - 4 sets. i have a thing for cards because my parents played bridge and there was an entire drawer in the kitchen that was cards and scoring pads.

we did some yardwork. the backyard is looking better, the quilt looks sweet on the swing. but now what?

monkeybaby is restless, i'm restless, the dog needs a run, i'd love to read some actual fiction or *gasp* KNIT. but while i have the desire, the mojo is still MIA. i dont' know what to do. this is not me. we came home from dinner last night, and we both fell into surfing el interwebs for awhile but then, without a tv on, i actually had a little mental focus and a little time, but could not for the life of me settle into a task.

i dunno. who knows. the thunderstorms stirred up some discontent in the universe. i can't even work up the energy to clean the house and it's getting bad. as usual, napping sounds good, but i probably couldn't relax enough to do THAT.

what the heck is going on?

OH, but I did order some Ranch Gordo beans, and I'm thrilled to a ridiclous extent about pending legume arrival.