I am at home, on a Sunday, no grandkids, sent the crew off to do a job and they did it without my having to drive there, the bees are on their last medicine, its 100 out or close to it, so not digging in the garden til nearly sunset. Granted I finally got some laundry done and dishes are soaking. And there are a couple of months worth of bookkeeping waiting on me. But nothing pressing. I almost took a nap. Still might. This marks the beginning of summer for me. My busy schedule of letting the chickens on the lot out of their coop in the morning; walking the dogs then putting them in the back yard for morning, bringing them in and giving the pullets the yard around 3 pm, putting all the hens up at dusk, and making sure any seedlings are watered early or well after dark, and trying to remember what it is I am supposed to do in between.