I Need a NAP!

I'm typically not the "yard work" type, but for some reason (probably feeling guilty watching my hubby sweat) I decided I needed to sweep off the wrap around porch. Sounds simple enough! I put on my granddaughters gardening gloves (which are a little big), grabbed hold of the sweeper thingy for icky stuff, and got to work. I don't suppose anyone has come up with a net to catch the whirly birds before they hit the ground, have they? If those things had sprouted trees, there would be no house now. The piles of stuff my husband had removed from the flower beds also needed to be scooped up and disposed of, so after my 5th break from the porch job, I started on those. If this had been a real job, one I would actually get paid for, I would have been fired after the 4th break. Needless to say, the only pay was for a job well done. And a blister! And only 7 breaks for 2 hours worth of work! :) It's not like I've never done this before, but after a winter of inactivity, I realize just how old I'm getting. Every muscle, every bone, is cussing me out! Who's bright idea was this again???