Write four lines of prose about: helter-skelter.
Picked strawberries this morning. Not enough to make the trip to Penticton worthwhile (especially if it's going to rain like the forecast says it will). When I left for work after lunch things were still up in the air as to what we were going to do with what we had - email local customers to come get them tomorrow, take them all to a restaurant...
Turns out? Becky got us in to the Osoyoos market, so I guess I'll be helping out with that in the morning instead. Hopefully it won't be too rainy and enough people will come out to make it worth doing.
If not, we'll be taking any leftovers to the restaurant anyway.
All right, fell asleep getting Max back to bed. Should get this done so I can go squeeze in another hour of sleep.
Edit: it would seem that Max can't stay asleep and I can't stay awake. Fun combination!
Helter-skelter, my plans become mumble jumble. The day begins to crumble as I slip and stumble through it all. I fumble the ball, I bumble it all.
So watch out today, this bear is going to grumble.