thirty-minute timer
Sat, Sep. 19th, 2009 14:46I didn't sleep well last night this morning: every thirty minutes or so, my bladder woke me up. Also sweated so badly on the clean sheets that I'll have to change them early. So I know I'm probably unsound of judgment, and in a lousy mood.
... but, damn. Social niceties.
( Whatever happened to 'I love you' and 'goodbye'? )
Now I've got a basic wash, I'm wearing a chemise, Burch is finishing his breakfast, and I've cleaned a poopy bin; I've still got to do another load of dishes, strip the futon of guest sheets and wash them, strip the bed I slept in and wash those, moisturize the itchy dogs, call my folks and wish them a happy anniversary, and figure out some dinner. This is going to take me forever, I suspect. (Sitting down at the computer to drink a Coke probably isn't any help.) The yard is going to have to wait 'til tomorrow.
... but, damn. Social niceties.
( Whatever happened to 'I love you' and 'goodbye'? )
Now I've got a basic wash, I'm wearing a chemise, Burch is finishing his breakfast, and I've cleaned a poopy bin; I've still got to do another load of dishes, strip the futon of guest sheets and wash them, strip the bed I slept in and wash those, moisturize the itchy dogs, call my folks and wish them a happy anniversary, and figure out some dinner. This is going to take me forever, I suspect. (Sitting down at the computer to drink a Coke probably isn't any help.) The yard is going to have to wait 'til tomorrow.