- Sat around with a magazine and coffee
- Gone to the bookstore in a vain attempt to acquire this month's bookCLUB reading
- Contented myself instead with the latest Jennifer Weiner novel and a new yoga mat (the old one was getting a little crumbly, and a little rank)
- Grocery shopped
- Bought giant bags of both cat chow and cat litter--circle of life, there
- Prepared an actually healthy, balanced dinner of chicken, broccoli, and brown rice
- Done two loads of laundry (and have three, now, to fold)
- Gone clanking down to the recycle cart in the alley with two weeks of magazines, boxes, bottles, and cat food cans
- Upheld my commitment to NaBloPoMo, already faltering and not even a bloody week into the thing
I feel somewhat accomplished, if unrested...but can't keep my eyes from falling on the dishes, the floors that need mopping, the fact that the yard is overgrown to the point of a fairy-tale enchantment. Agh, summer. The thought of the alarm going off in less than eight hours makes me want to weep...but who has time?
3 comments:
The good news, although I'm commenting too late for it to be of use when you wrote, is that crying is easily multi-tasked: one can weep while doing dishes, folding laundry, as well as performing a whole host of yard-maintenance activities. Also, a sure cure for insomnia: crying yourself to sleep. Who knew?
P.S. I like the new color scheme. It makes me feel like eating sherbet.
Keep on writin', Kim, so I can keep on cyber-stalkin'! (Also, you're welcome. ::smile::)
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