@tsarstepan,
wearing: blue jeans, cocoa sweater, favorite ratty loafers, my multicolored polka dotted plastic ring that I bought in Marina del Rey for $1.00
hearing: that everpresent ringing in both ears, wind gusts and something on the roof adding further sounds in syncopation
eating: nothing
drinking: chocolate milk
doing: gradually putting groceries away and cleaning kitchen again; time to try making that bread I've been letting rise since yesterday.
wanting and looking forward to: finishing weeding the main part of the front yard so I can get on to moving the d'med landscape ties and piling up stones to advertise on Freecycle (I keep saying I'll do this). Then I'd have to buy smaller stones or some coarse wood mulch, both of which have negatives to me (a stone cover helps burn the "soil" in this climate, and the big wood mulch, which is necessary - or is it? - to not have mulch fly in the wind, is plug ugly) . Alternately, I can spend time wearing goggles and taking a sledge hammer to the 2 to 3 +" stones I'm gathering up. I think my plan will come down to putting the stones in 5 gallon containers with "stones - please take me" signs. This is all part of the result of having the tract contractor dump from eight inches to twenty inches of sandsoil in my front yard to avoid the price of a haul away at construction time from whatever was extra on these particular lots. Too much sand, a cover of stones you can't walk on, and no room for compost or even plant rootballs to be added.
If you knew me, this would be inexplicable - I've been l. arch on major landscape jobs, but for reasons too long and personal to list, don't have money now to just hire folks. Not to whine. It's a puzzlement I'll work out, and in the meantime, I'm learning about land design in virtually pure sand.