Multitask

Here I am again, desperately juicing the brief and glorious Wyoming summer for all it’s worth. I’m stiff and sore from golfing and swimming and running, batting, rowing, mowing and jet skiing. I’m half senseless from sun and hard liquor, loud music, and the ruthless combination of late nights and early mornings. Somewhere in between I bothered to go to work, get a CDL and a pedicure, send a get-well card, change the kitty litter, register the Cadillac, prodigally master the violin, and learn to use masking fluid in my watercolors. Eat your heart out, Martha Stewart; protean is my middle name.