I have earned the right to be tired. It's been rather hot today, and for four hours I was up in the large oven that we call an attic, sorting out my grandads bookshelf. I don't really need to say an awful lot more about that. There'll be pictures going up tomorrow about it once I find the lead for my camera to upload them. (Note to self: Get a new camera, your current one sucks. Regards; Me.)
After finishing that, I completed my Pilates video, and then went for a half hour walk. My knee was twinging at the end of all that, but I still found the ironic humour in me having a walking stick whilst out with both of my grandparents. Still, I feel the good sort of exhausted. Physically, at least. I'm guessing most of my good day is down to the fact that I've no had the time to mull over certain things, which I'm going to let myself be thankful for.
I'm about halfway through my latest Deric Longdon book, and the writing is as witty as I remember it from his last book. It's a great read, and I'll be reviewing it when I finish it. Nana keeps saying that she has no idea as to how I can read three books simultaneously. I just shrug. I don't know either, to be honest with you, dear reader.
