I should be outside.
It is is almost 8 o’clock at night and still 80 degrees.
The sun makes long shadows over the coulee as I look into the distance.
I should be in my garden.
Still with many plants to connect their roots with the soil,
they urge me on as I still on the couch, leaving them in their plastic to
overheat, whither, and die.
I should be moving.
But, the couch is comfortable and my feet have walked 10,000 steps today.
I am as sleepy as a cat laying in a spot of sunny carpet inside the front door.
Tomorrow is another day.
A day for planting.
A day for watering.
A day for gardening.
A day for moving.
A day for being outside.
Tomorrow will be here soon. Now, I rest.