Which is why I've been so tired.
It takes less energy to putter than for power un-packing.
Could also be why I prefer mini-golf to the tall kind.
I thought of that this morning.
That I putter.
I decided that I'm also a patter, (especially if you're wounded or sick) a petter, (not unklike a patter) and a potter.
I didn't think "pitter" fit the bill, but upon reflection, I believe I might be.
I have a history with cherries and peaches. It counts.
There's also the whole "pitter-patter" of my little feet thing...
So, after due consideration, I have concluded that I am indeed a patter, petter, pitter, potter and putter. er.
Let's leave it at that, shall we.