By the time I was back on the island, the walk up Parking Lot Hill just about did me in (unusual) and I retaliated with a mid-afternoon nap.
Today has been a slackitudinal compilation of sleeping late, kitchen tidying, LJ surfing, and comic reading, with a high expectation of yard work for this afternoon.
And perhaps a tour of art galleries this evening, as it's my first time on-island during First Friday in almost a year.
