I was so productive today that my head is still reeling from it. Out of 24 items on my to-do list, I accomplished 14. Admittedly, I inflated my list by including mostly items that take fewer than 5 minutes to finish, like paying bills, and things that I would have done anyway, like running and emailing friends. And I also must confess that the 10 unfinished items are mostly frustrating and time-consuming tasks that I wish would just go away, like finally unpacking all my boxes from when I moved back in December.
But productive as I was, I lost a good weekend for working in the yard. This afternoon, I went outside to pot a plant for my brother (I have this Swedish ivy that is marvelously easy to propagate and I love giving it away), and in the process I was bitten by a mosquito through my clothing. My arms were bare but it decided to leave a huge welt on my tummy. When I came indoors to nurse my wound and reward my hard work with a banana and some P.G. Wodehouse, I discovered a tick crawling up my jeans. It was a largish tick, which I gather are the less worrisome ones, but nonetheless it bothers me I that I get attacked by these things nearly every time I go into my yard, even just to admire my compost heap. And yes, I do admire my compost heap. I’ve never had a compost heap before and I keep expecting it to do magical things. So far, it is unremarkable.
But anyways, my amazing productivity pretty much came to a halt after I discovered the tick. I spent the rest of the day with the itchy paranoia that is inevitable after any tick encounter, certain that there were (and still are) armies of them crawling on my scalp and under my clothes. *shudders*
At least I can count on Lotus Batcat to keep me safe from buggies tonight.