Funny how a change in the weather can be the perfect excuse to stay home and indulge my nesting instinct. I should start a Christmas list. Catch up on my journal. Work on Christmas cards. Decorate the house for the holidays.
And I should be pruning suckers out of the fruit trees, and collecting kindling, and mulching the flower beds. The monsoon outside the windows? That took care of any guilt about not working outside.