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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July 28

Holy cow, the temperatures have taken a nosedive! Which means it is now pleasant enough to clean the house.

Plus it was time. The cat hair was piling up everywhere. Thank goodness for Dyson.

Of course, after that frenzy of domestic goodness, I was pooped.

Still had to go to work and run to Ann Arbor. And grocery shop.

Damn it, I’m busy.

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February 25

Still getting caught up. *sigh* I wish I could retire. You don’t know me if you don’t know I have a severe case of retirement envy.

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