January 8th, 2019

I made it to the bookstore today. I didn't find what I wanted, but the chickens found more than their allotment. They each came home with three more books to add to the piles they received for Christmas. My only glorious find was a valentines gift for my husband. I should hide it in the pantry, where he can never find anything.

We came home and I forced everyone outside. Today has been the first nice day in a bit. Southern Arizona got a taste of winter and it was like your least favorite vegetable. 

The kids started with a volcano science experiment set. I really hope I'm not cooking anything that calls for vinegar anytime soon. I can't get the smell out of my nose, or the kitchen or the outside trash can. 

I started out with a Coke Zero. I was bored, which is the one thing I cannot stand to hear anyone complain about. Then, as quickly as the sun warmed me up, I remembered that I had this grand idea for painting the porch posts. I had even picked up acrylic paints when we had bought the last gallon of "frost" white to finish the porch a few months ago. 

I scoured the house craft cabinet looking for my stencils. I gave up after a short look. I used a ruler and my naked eye for our last name across a high beam. It wasn't had. I added skulls on either side, because, well, skulls. It wasn't time to come in, so I kept going. I envisioned flowers and maybe more skulls. I'm still not done. I can't wait for another warm winter day to keep going.

I'm beyond happy that I had energy to follow through with my bookstore dream. I don't know where I found the energy to do all the other things I did, but I'm not going to second guess it. 

It's definitely time for a break. My stomach knows it's getting close to dinner time. Just don't tell it it's getting a salad.