Too Hard

I really was going to go weed the yard this afternoon.

In fact, I was in the bedroom changing into shorts and a work shirt when I heard it happen.

They started mowing our lawn (we are part of a home-owners association).

That meant the next 45 minutes were off limits and after that the weeds would be harder to spot, not hard, but harder.

Too hard to be worth it for me apparently, as I never ended up weeding, just changing back into my normal clothes and going shopping instead.