I was bushed.
Filthy and my body aching, I headed into the house swiping off yard debris from my clothes.
I took a shower thinking to myself how much I miss hot water. I can't soothe away my aches and pains with heat anymore.
I have hotflashes in the shower now.
So it's tepid water for me.
Freshly laundered I wander into the kitchen and grab a wine glass.
SM pops pain relievers like candy. But I'm a pill-a-phobe for the most part.
And a glass (or two) of wine has been my weapon of choice for years now.
I head to the fridge in the garage where we keep our stash and pour me a healthy swig from the box-o-wine perched on it's side, tap hanging over the edge.
Sipping, I walk back into the house and head for my recliner to kick back for a bit and I happen to pass the neon green digital clock on the stove.
I pause, registering this fact.
Geez...It's earlier than I thought.
I glance at the glass of wine in my hand.
I've never had alcohol this early before.
Well...except for New Years and that's a holiday.
I consider putting the glass back in the fridge until a more appropriate hour and take a few more steps to do just that.
As the aches and pains of a hard days work register crawling up my legs, I shrug and take another sip.
After all, it is 5 o'clock somewhere.