This past weekend had one lone spot of difference I spent Sunday morning fishing, in the rain. It has been said that a bad day fishing is better than a good day working. Sunday proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt. After returning home I kept my messy clothes on and spent some time in the backyard planting flowers in the rain and playing with my son in the mud. The only thing i didn’t do was mow the lawn, because i wasn’t fixing to get electrocuted.

Meet Larry, the new denizen of our garden. I shouldn’t get so excited about a silly garden gargoyle, but i did. I felt more than a little recharged, i just wished that the effect had carried over into the week.

Monday was no different weather wise still rainy, still miserable. But for some reason i couldn’t shake it. I think i need to start going back to the gym at lunch spread my wings a bit. Or keep a picture of Larry on the desktop