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Oh my gosh, I am so tired. I feel like a walking zombie. I was going to take the girls in my life (Angela, Sister, Sweet Girl, Jess and all of their friends) to see SATC this weekend, but I just can't do it. My body is SCREAMING at me to get some rest, already.

I pushed myself when I shouldn't have, even though I know better. I keep thinking I'm going to one day either:
1. Become magically healthy and able to do things most people can do
or
2. Learn my lesson, already and get over hoping for number 1.

When I go into the office, it's a 13 hour a day commitment. I get at the train station at 5:30 a.m. and arrive at 6:00 or 6:30 p.m., depending on which train I take. Granted, riding the train is not labor intensive, but....

Normally I only go in on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but this week, I came in on T-W-Th, because I had work commitments. I treasure the fact that I can telecommute three days a week, but I treasure it even more when I realize what going in three days in a row does to me. That makes me feel like such a loser to even say that. Wahhh, poor me- go into the office three days in a row. Bleh- get a life, Lori.

So, this weekend I'm going to lay low and pray for rain. Why? Because if it's sunny outside I will feel guilty for not being in my garden taking care of stuff. Being gone for two weekends (and having the weekend before that being rainy) has caused havoc on my precious garden. My garden requires a commitment of at least one full day a week of gardening, otherwise it runs rampant.

Speaking of running rampant, my very special friend with the same middle name told me that her pastor rented goats to clean out his blackberry vines in his back yard. Isn't that a hoot? I mentioned it to The Hubs, because those blackberry vines in the back are the bane of my existence. He thinks it's a great idea and wants to look into doing that. If they like stinging nettle, we're definitely going to do it.

Goats... who knew?