Fading Out

I feel as tired and tattered as this grape leaf.  I have been gardening and I am missing Byron and those stretching exercises in the pool.  I feel very tight and tired.  We have a white grape and a black grape but they haven't provided juicy bunches yet.  A large gin is beside me as I type and a chicken is roasting in the oven.  My feet will be up soon and hopefully I won't fall asleep in front of whatever we can agree to watch on Netflix. 
Thank you for the best wishes for yesterday's blip anniversary.  Onward to next camera.