There's a word I can't remember and a feeling I can't escape.

So, it appears that El Jefe has entered another nesting phase, and that can only be good. It inspires me to get off my butt and do things, myself.

I'm not allowed to start any big projects until I finish my last one (kitchen floor!), but I can't find my tools anymore. Someone cleaned up that area, and we don't know who it is. It's a mystery. One day we came home and it was just . . . tidied spectacularly. So spectacularly, in fact, that I suspect it will take me a while to find my stuff again.

However, it doesn't stop me from doing small things. I figure, if it can be done in a few hours of one day, it's not starting another project, it's just, um, doing a thing.

On Sunday, that thing was to destroy the rosebush out front. It was pokey and ugly and interfering with the pear tree, so down it went. I wasn't able to dig up the roots because the wisteria vines are insanely thick on the ground there, so I hear reports from all the like some sort of zombie weed, that rose bush will sprout again one misty dawn.

I suppose what I really need to be working on now is to get our basement affairs in order. Clean, organize, get it into some semblance of order so it can be more easily moved for the floor project (not mine). I may need to graffle this.

Oh! And the pear tree is budding, which can only mean many more good things to come.