"We have such gentle Sundays"

[desperance]

Today has been entirely domestic in its nature, to the point where I haven't even had time to ride m'bike.

By close of play tonight, I shall have:

Shovelled a load of corporation compost into the car, spread it and dug the whole bed over;
Planted out a dozen new herbs & veggies;
Run a load of laundry through washer and dryer;
Emptied, filled and run the dishwasher;
Watered everything in the garden, mostly with greywater hauled from the house;
Fed the roses and the citrus;
Yanked out more bermudagrass than I really want to think about, because we have a lawnful and I am losing this war by yards, while I win individual battles by inches;
Mixed, risen, shaped and baked a tray of sesame seed buns;
Smoked a joint of pork on the barbie;
Made a pot of beans;
Shopped twice;
Fed cats, wife and turtles.

There may be more that I am disremembering; there may be more that hasn't happened yet. Nevertheless. It's been a day.