don't pass the test, re-write it

free all afternoon
but a thousand things to do
not one getting done

after several, but not nearly enough, hours of laundry, dishes and list-writing i was rescued by sir walsh and ended up kayaking along the point for the remainder of the afternoon. i wish i had a camera to share the sun setting through those long stretches of marshgrass, shimmering in the shallow water, bouncing off waves like liquid diamonds, its long reflection turning from white, to yellow, to orange carpets while the wind brought us back into choctaw marina and pelicans watched from the tops of piers. a bbq pork sandwhich from big r's and im back to tackle what is left to be done ... or, lay on the floor with dylan and marley. my shoulders feel like they've accomplished something today; my hands are dry; i feel too good to continue cleaning.