AS a part of my "Different Kind of August" I gave myself the assignment of a weekly blog entry. This morning, I'm regretting that decision. It's Monday and another post is due. I could recycle, using something I wrote some time in the past. That worked in college when I had an essay due and my mind was blank, just grab something from last year and retype it. That's to cheap, I won't let myself do it on only the second week of August. Save that for November.
So, here I am like a seventh grader with an essay due tomorrow and the blank screen before me. Nobody wants to hear that the fall rains have started and that the fireweed has topped out. We can talk about slugs, the great invaders that are doing their best to eat my whole garden. No, can't go negative.
But, it is an ill wind that blows no good. Slugs have given me something to write about this Monday morning in the rain.
One final word. Those of us who work at home also live at work. And those who work for themselves have no one else to blame.