I worked like a dog all weekend but didn't give myself any biscuits. Not yet anyway.

- Moved a pallet and a half of retaining wall block.
- Spread 17 bags of 'color-enhanced' bark mulch.
- Transplanted a dozen plants including a six foot tree.
- Removed the once lovely, three foot juniper from Hell.
- Hauled four buckets of river rock from back yard to front yard.
- Endured, from the open garage next door, more of the renters' 14 year old son's bad drumming that I feared would never end. (Note to self: Good work on quelling initial desire to go on murderous rampage!)
- Missed two main meals and still managed somehow to gain five pounds.
- Found another hundred or so words for YAWT.

Work on my current story is still going well. An actual ending is still eluding me but I gained a better sense of what it's about around noon today. I'm not worried. Endings never hardly ever come to me until I'm up to my waist in the story. This one will be the same, I can say with all honesty because I'm starting to dream about pieces of the story and that's when the ideas for possible endings start to gel.

Now, if only that worked for titles, something I'm sorely, pathetically sorry at thinking up. But again, not worried at this point.

( WIP )