That's how I feel today: less than able. Many things clogging my mind, much time to spend on things, much work to be done here. But, little by little I am chipping away at the list that seems to have two items added for every one taken off.
A simple pleasure this morning has been standing in the wet grass, watching the chickens happily trotting out of their enclosure to have wonderful adventures in the great wide world. They all stand by the door, looking expectant, then tumble out all at once when I open it and set immediately to the business that has been occupying their teensy brains since they woke up: eat grass and scratch the ground to stir up bugs to peck at. So, after seeming like they had great plans to run away and make good their escape, they wander around and scratch and eat and cluck, not straying much more than 200 feet from their coop. It's a surprisingly pleasant thing to watch; very calming.
Perhaps I should give it an exotic name and sell tickets for relaxation. Optico-avian therapy?