Was yesterday just a dream?

No, it really happened. Not too stiff this morning after participating in a marathon of large motor activities that included transplanting all of the tomato seedlings, washing and putting up the screens and carrying the storms back into the basement, mowing the lawn, washing the cars and putting some order back into my kitchen. It was an Advil kind of night. A martini first and Advil later. But things look good this morning. When I am home, I'll just raise the garage door to let the light in. I haven't thought of a plan for the days when I'm at work. In the past, I brought everything back outside. There must be an easier way.