At the end of the day
I'm pounding posts into the ground for a fence so the dogs don't get into the veggie garden. It is awakening memories of muscles I had forgotten I owned. I've done 5, have another 15 or so to go.
Hot bath, warm pajamas, dogs lying on my feet, a plate of puff pastry canapÃ¯Â¿Â½s (they come frozen, and a box of them is just about enough for a dinner) and maybe a movie. That's my recipe for the end of the day, when those muscles will be letting me know how they feel,lol.
What is your end-of-day recipe?