Tired, but in a good way. Got to snuggle cuties last night, went to breakfast this morning, then came home and cleaned up most of the mess that I'd left in the yard and a couple of branches off the dead bush I dug up last weekend. The yard waste can is full of thorny vines and some pretty honkin' roots now.
Progress. Nobody is demanding I be done immediately, just that I keep working. Small steps. Dedication, not hairshirting.