I think. Well, I know there were distractions…

… finding the dishwasher had left the glasses and knife handles all chalky again and having to hand wash them all…

…seeing the neighbor’s dog escape and go walking down the street, so I went after her to bring her back…

… a fringe of tall grass around the porch, made starkly noticeable against the newly mown lawn and thus begging to be trimmed. Might as well water the flowers while I’m at it. And pick a few weeds…

…weirdness with Quigley’s digestive system…

… eye drop administration runs…

… other things I can’t recall…

This in addition to the weekly chores (I only got the bathroom towels washed)  and, supposedly, working on Sky. But, as with the rest of my weekly housework, I couldn’t seem to make myself do any of it. Ended up cleaning up my card space (that’s the space where I make cards) and just dinking around. Moodling, I guess. It’s been a week since I last worked and today I just didn’t seem to have the energy. I can feel bad and condemn myself.

Or I can claim the fact that it is God who is at work in me, both to will (motivation) and to do (execution) His good pleasure.