Well, I watched the entire two-hour MasterChef Jr. finale way BEFORE I even thought about having brekkie. Mind you, the luscious entrée from the winner who called on her Jamaican roots - a jerk-kissed lobster tail - looked so luscious!!!
Then, again, I didn't have a normal night, not when I first woke up at 2:42 (WTF). I struggled back to sleep because it seemed I was constantly fussing with the bedding, drawing layers on - no, too hot, tossing layers off - wait, I'm cold again ... so I was most surprised to have slept all the way to 8:04.
After that, I continued reading my mystery, and finished it. It was ... okay. So I've started the second one. Once again, I'm feeling bereft of first-run TV. Hey, TV execs, did MacGyver already finish for the season? Sigh. I'll have to look up the stats.
Anyway, my butt is hurting, so I'm going to go back to bed to read. I'm looking forward to tomorrow because a pear should be ripe enough so I can gobble it along with sinfully decadent Cambozola cheese - and a bottle of wine, most likely Sauvignon Blanc. I'll just pretend I'm sitting on a sunny patio (ha! so not our long weekend weather). But, for the sake of my delusion, ciao tutti!
Then, again, I didn't have a normal night, not when I first woke up at 2:42 (WTF). I struggled back to sleep because it seemed I was constantly fussing with the bedding, drawing layers on - no, too hot, tossing layers off - wait, I'm cold again ... so I was most surprised to have slept all the way to 8:04.
After that, I continued reading my mystery, and finished it. It was ... okay. So I've started the second one. Once again, I'm feeling bereft of first-run TV. Hey, TV execs, did MacGyver already finish for the season? Sigh. I'll have to look up the stats.
Anyway, my butt is hurting, so I'm going to go back to bed to read. I'm looking forward to tomorrow because a pear should be ripe enough so I can gobble it along with sinfully decadent Cambozola cheese - and a bottle of wine, most likely Sauvignon Blanc. I'll just pretend I'm sitting on a sunny patio (ha! so not our long weekend weather). But, for the sake of my delusion, ciao tutti!