May 13, 2014

Monday spent overwhelmingly in fever naps. My capacity for sleep amazes even me, for after sleeping all day, I slept all night, and arise a little–sleepy. I think this round with the Nuisance is won. No matter how ill I get, I must do for myself. Yes, that frightens me a little. Did get the car washed, which means the remnants of the last house–mostly sweet gum balls crushed on the floorboards and pine needles jammed in the door jams– are gone. No mirth at finishing Lexington Tract. History has ironed all enthusiasm out of that. Mowers came and mowed over lots of what we talked about not mowing over. Ready for some good adventure.