2. Woke up next morning in utter agony as each one of my "raking muscles" made itself known in a sort of all out sado-charley horse knot fest. Wept freely until the 600 mg ibuprofen kicked in.
3. Surveyed rake-damaged lawn and then sped off to Home Despot for $45.89 worth of sun-and-shade mix high traffic area grass seed. Barely cajoled remaining uninjured muscles (those would be my tongue and the muscles controlling my eyebrows) into lifting the bag of seed out of car and into garage, upon which I then promptly began forgetting about it. Made quick note to find bag of seed again in mid-December and with a family of mice nesting on it.
4. Wrote a list enumerating all the wonderful perks of owning a 1/3 acre of dirt as opposed to a 1/3 acre of grassy lawn. Convinced myself after no. 3: Making mud buffets keeps kids quiet for hours.
5. Found a dead squirrel under yew. Dug squirrel grave with my eyebrows.
6. Ate more ibuprofen.
How's your Spring going?