November 17

It’s another soppy wet day in the neighborhood, so I might as well work.

Next stop, Sam’s Club, then home to make a duck. Yes. A duck. Roasted in cherry sauce, with wild rice and roasted brussels sprouts.

It IS Sunday, after all.

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September 1

September. I can’t believe I’m typing the word.

It was difficult to roll out of bed today. I know. Lazy. The onset of SAD. (The sun didn’t come up until close to 7!) Plus just plain tired.

You’ll be pleased to note that I did finally get out of bed. Obviously. I cannot Instagram and post from my bed. Besides, I have a ton of things to accomplish today.

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August 11

This is me a few hours ago deciding whether or not I should roll out of bed.

If you must know, that didn’t last long. I’m a busy woman.

It is now 11:21 a.m. In the meantime, I canned a load of tomatoes (with garlic, bay leaf, and Japanese eggplant), did two loads of laundry, cleaned off the counter tops and the kitchen table (which was covered in wire and beads), dusted the roses (they really needed it, poor things have rot), and headed to work, where I am working, tweeting, Facebooking, and packing up a box for my daughter. In a half hour when I’m finished, I plan on going to the store for provisions, hitting Nordstrom to pay my bill, and making dinner. (The Big Guy says he’s hungry for walleye.) Then I might edit a bit before working out.

Phew. And this is Sunday, my day of rest.

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June 23

Sunday.

It’s supposed to be a day of rest.

Any day I don’t roll out of bed before 7:30 is a day of rest. Me? I have a lot of things to do today.

Work, yard, shopping, cooking.

This is why I’m dressed to run.

I might edit some more this evening. Oh, yeah. That’s work too.

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PS I might try out that Instagram movie feature today. If I can stop long enough to find something moving.

June 15

Working.

Again.

So far it’s been productive. Worked. Called my dad for Fathers Day. Now I might hit up the flea market before I go to the store.

Later I plan on relaxing with a frozen cocktail.

It’s the aging hipster’s life.

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May 5

Sometimes I smile.

Not often, though. It’s much more fun being a bitchy-ass cynic. 🙂

At least I’m not a self-involved pompous aging hipster.

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March 3

Busy cleaning. (That cat hair was getting thick.)

Busy working. (No rest for the boss.)

Later? Busy writing. (Not enough hours in a day.)

If I had enough hours, I would make more jewelry.

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