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helenkacan Oct. 13th, 2012 11:53 pm)
helenkacan Oct. 13th, 2012 11:53 pm)Why? Well, after falling off the radar last night, I fell asleep with the lights on - YES AGAIN!!! - and without putting on my hand cream and gloves (seriously a very bad thing). I woke up in the middle of the night and had trouble falling back asleep. So I got up and puttered about on Liblikas (yay-yay-yay) until it was okay to open the bedroom door BECAUSE IT WAS UNBELIEVABLY ONLY 30F outside. Arrrrgghh. I waited until 7:30 to feed the cats, as I have to feed Mischief Mia separately out on the balcony. Brrrrrrrrr.
After brekkie, I got down to business. I had to throw out paper, wash the kitchen and bathroom floors, finish removing all of my junk spread out over the dining table, bathroom counter, kitchen surfaces, wipe off John's desk, polish the dining table, do the litter box, carry out recycling and garbage, take down 2 boxes and 2 bags to the locker room ... and then collapse. No, wait: first I had to get in the shower where I barely had legs to hold me up. While I was drying my hair (blow dryers are the BEST invention for a very cold day), John came home. It was around 4:20. I kept opening the bathroom door and giving him a progress (or regress) report on the cats: how they'd been so angelic until finally they became very uncooperative. I know, I know. These are cats. But I'm no longer responsible for them.
I was SO drained even food seemed irrelevant. So I had cereal and milk. And promptly smashed one of my French White Corning dishes (even more ironic as I'd washed several of John's display glassware to put on the dining table - with no mishaps). Well, tired blondies have fragile fingers. After the cereal came bed; but, first, I had to apply some deep conditioning lotion to hands and slide gloves on. Uh, the burning sensation was really horrible, but dissipated after I tugged the gloves on. I slept well without the alarm for a few hours. When I woke up, I had a wine glass of Galliano poured over the rocks, along with an ANCIENT Cranberry-Almond Trail Mix granola bar. It's a good thing those metallic wrappers seem to last ... forever.
Anyway, it's time for this very virtuous and industrious queen of piggies to go join them again in bed. After I clean out my purse for tomorrow. Do I know what I'm wearing? I haven't a clue - and don't even care. Just let me have my SIX hours of blissful sleep. So ... until tomorrow....
After brekkie, I got down to business. I had to throw out paper, wash the kitchen and bathroom floors, finish removing all of my junk spread out over the dining table, bathroom counter, kitchen surfaces, wipe off John's desk, polish the dining table, do the litter box, carry out recycling and garbage, take down 2 boxes and 2 bags to the locker room ... and then collapse. No, wait: first I had to get in the shower where I barely had legs to hold me up. While I was drying my hair (blow dryers are the BEST invention for a very cold day), John came home. It was around 4:20. I kept opening the bathroom door and giving him a progress (or regress) report on the cats: how they'd been so angelic until finally they became very uncooperative. I know, I know. These are cats. But I'm no longer responsible for them.
I was SO drained even food seemed irrelevant. So I had cereal and milk. And promptly smashed one of my French White Corning dishes (even more ironic as I'd washed several of John's display glassware to put on the dining table - with no mishaps). Well, tired blondies have fragile fingers. After the cereal came bed; but, first, I had to apply some deep conditioning lotion to hands and slide gloves on. Uh, the burning sensation was really horrible, but dissipated after I tugged the gloves on. I slept well without the alarm for a few hours. When I woke up, I had a wine glass of Galliano poured over the rocks, along with an ANCIENT Cranberry-Almond Trail Mix granola bar. It's a good thing those metallic wrappers seem to last ... forever.
Anyway, it's time for this very virtuous and industrious queen of piggies to go join them again in bed. After I clean out my purse for tomorrow. Do I know what I'm wearing? I haven't a clue - and don't even care. Just let me have my SIX hours of blissful sleep. So ... until tomorrow....
Tags:
- aggravation,
- cats,
- chosen family,
- dorkiness,
- food,
- life,
- pain,
- sleep