You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road

I'm getting the distinct feeling that spending hours in the garden yesterday wasn't the brightest idea I ever had. I mean, yes, it had to be done, preferably before the parents get back next Wednesday - I still have to mow the lawn on Saturday, and I do not look forward to that; give me manual work over messing around with electrics every day.
My body's not used to gardening, and today I'm sore, my legs are a tad rubbery, and I can't lift my arms over my head. That in itself is no problem; however, the band is playing a gig this afternoon. And us with no roadies.
Strangely enough, I am not in the least bothered by a gig looming on the horizon. I think that that five-hour May dance thing deadened my nerves. Or I'm simply too tired.
Too bad that half our fan club can't be there to see us and our new female singer, because they themselves will be on stage in the theatre.