On Life

My house is full of half-done projects.  Laundry stands piled up in the bedroom, waiting to be washed.  Other laundry piles up in the other bedroom, waiting to be folded.  The dishes are half done.  The garbage is taken out, but the recycles are waiting.  We spent 2 hours out in the front yard, transplanting less than half the lilies of the valley, digging out the first of two terrible bushes, and getting bitten by mosquitoes.  I hope the mosquitoes are half gone, but that might be hoping too much.

But I feel satisfied that things are moving - even if not as quickly as I'd like... they are still moving.

And I am boiling water.