December 13

Friday the 13th.

I’m not one to be superstitious though, so that boat has sailed and is a dot on the horizon.

It’s still winter, it’s still (brutally) cold, it’s still gray. It’s time for cocoa!

But then the phone rang…

I’m a master at multi-tasking.

Filter: Lo Fi

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 2

Back to work.

Yeah, I know it’s a holiday. Who cares? Someone has to work.

As a person who spent three years at the Post Office working EVERY holiday (yes, even Thanksgiving, leaving me with no choice for dinner other than the White Castle on University, and even CHRISTMAS, which left me with nothing but a depressing frozen dinner, because even White Castle employees got Christmas off, fer Chrissakes), I personally have no issue working a holiday. Not because it’s my own business, but because it’s good to get into a groove, to have a schedule. I’m lazy enough as it is without having a designated LAZY DAY every few months.

Besides, I finally got the hubby to put up more classes. Now if I could get him to put in new ceiling tiles to replace those nasty stained ones from when the roof leaked.

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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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May 4

I got to work at 7:30.

I know. I’m sick.

I had a nightmare last night that my nephew called to tell me my son had died. Very odd, since they live over 1500 miles from each other.

Anyway, it was disturbing, so I decided to come to work. You can’t go back to sleep after a dream like that.

Filter: Rise

April 8

Monday.

A return to work.

Wait.

I never left.

Filter: Lo Fi.

March 31

It’s Easter.

Obviously, this means nothing, because after a hard day at the house cleaning and dusting, I’m at work.

This is what happens when you own a business. No rest for the weary.

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March 24

Can you believe how quickly this month has flown by?

It’s a true sign of being elderly. When I was a kid, time barely crawled. Hours ached and seconds were excruciating.

Anyway, I’m at work. I’m always at work. I wouldn’t know how to lounge around.

Oops! Phone’s ringing. See you later.

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