Laying low for me is not easy. I want to be doing things, accomplishing stuff. Anyway, I tried to be a good patient, and I did spend the majority of the day in the recliner, reading and trying to heal. But I got bored. And I started looking around. And I saw things that needed to be taken care of. Piles. Piles of stuff. Lots of piles. How did all these piles get here? It's like I turned my back for an hour (well really, a week in Jamaica) and there they are! Like the enemy snuck in and set up camp while I was sleeping!
When I get to the end of my one week of recuperating, you bet I will be waging war and eliminating these household abominations. Here is the inventory of some of the piles.
|Pile of dog toys|
|Part of the pile of mail|
|Pile of shoes by the back door|
|Pile of chargers|
|Pile of books waiting to be read|
|Piles of dirty laundry|
|Piles of houseplant leaves|
|"Piles" of family photos|
|Piles of Tupperware|
Well, I'm going back to my recliner. Gotta put the leg up. Time to get busy healing. Maybe I'll finish a good book. Perhaps I'll watch a good movie. ("The Bucket List?" Read my blog from yesterday.) Maybe I'll make a grocery list. Whatever I do, I'm sure I'll notice more PILES somewhere!