Archive for the weekend
Reinventing life…
I’m drinking some delicious coffee to celebrate the fact that it’s the end of the afternoon again. It means that I made it through another day successfully. When it gets to be this time of the day, I figure the hardest part is over and I can rest on my laurels. What comes after this is easy. It just involves eating dinner and walking the dog and putting on my pajamas and bathrobe. Those are things that hardly faze me. Although I do have to say that in this state of mind, waking the dog is harder. I mustn’t think about that too much ahead of time.
First I’ll enjoy my coffee and the time I’m sitting here writing this. I really have to try and stay in the moment and not project myself into what’s to come too much. There’s enough time for that. I’m usually pretty good about staying in the moment. I can focus on what’s going on right now and not worry about what is about to happen. I can be in total denial if I have to be, although I don’t think I’m supposed to take it to that extend.
The dog and the cat are lying side by side on the dining table in front of the window. They are both sound asleep and are absorbing the sunlight, but already the next rainclouds are moving in. We’ve had rain on and off all day and wind too. It’s been autumn like weather. I felt like closing all the windows and turning the heater on, but it’s really not been cold enough. There would not have been an excuse for it. It would be more sensible to put on a cardigan and another pair of socks.
I kept thinking, all day long, that today was Sunday and that I had to put the trash out tonight. I’m glad it’s only Saturday because I do appreciate the days off. I don’t want the weekend to go by quickly at all. I’m even thinking about staying up late tonight to watch some television programs that I usually don’t get around to. It doesn’t matter what time I get up tomorrow morning. If I’m not mistaken, Taggart is on late tonight, although the programming may have changed because we’re in the summer season now. I’ll have to look up a TV guide on line in a while.
I’ve got to walk the dog. He’s impatiently waiting beside me. I hope there’s no cloudburst when we’re out there.
Have a good evening.
Ciao,
Nora
>Keeping up with myself…
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Thank god it’s Friday! The domestic help has been here and cleaned up the place and now I get to enjoy the results all in my own company. There is something to be said for that. Being alone in a clean place is sort of like being alone in a temple without an altar, unless you count the computer desk as one. It makes you feel very peaceful and tranquil and you know that for a while everything will stay as uncluttered and clean as it is. Until you dirty that first ashtray and that first soup bowl and glass for you milk. It’s almost a sin to move around in here and I do it reluctantly.
The fact that it’s Friday adds some joy to my life, although I can’t for the life of me figure out why it does so much. You’d think I was going on a mini vacation or something. I act like I have something wonderful to look forward to, while all it is is two empty days to do with as I please. And I will do nothing important with them at all. I will sleep late and watch a lot of television and walk the dog and be in my own company. If I’m lucky, I’ll read my book.
My main goal this weekend is to find my equilibrium which I had lost this past week. I think I’m already on my way, because I’m having a relatively peaceful day today. I am aware of the fact that I’m regularly trying to find my balance and that little things influence it and that I have to readjust myself now and then. But slowly and surely I’m becoming more secure of myself and less frightened that I’ll not feel stable. I do have to add that I’m finding much relief from my medication and am very much aware when it’s working after I’ve taken it.
Right now it is the very little things in life that give me the most satisfaction. That’s why I’m so happy with my clean apartment. It rained briefly just a while ago and I loved the way the air smelled afterwards. If only someone could bottle that. You would wish for your laundry to smell that way. There’s a strong breeze blowing and it has cooled off the apartment by a whole degree. I’m sitting here in my warm gray cardigan with my socks on. To me that is pure bliss.
I will take a nap in a little while and enjoy the coolness of the dark bedroom under the warmth of the duvet. It will just be a little nap, but it will refresh me for the rest of the day. I find that a nap in the afternoon does me a world of good. It’s mostly for the sake of my brain that I take one. It’s like pushing the reset button and I always have lots of renewed energy when I wake up, although I do need a cup of coffee to get the cobwebs out of my mind. It’s not a perfect system, but it suits me.
I hope you’re all having a good day.
Ciao,
Nora
>Erstwhile brave…
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It’s early in the morning, although because of the start of Summer Tine, it’s an hour later than it feels and already I am running behind schedule. I should just about be getting ready to go back to bed, but since it’s Sunday today, I won’t worry about it too much. I can pretty much sleep as late as I want and I’m sure I’ll take advantage of that, providing the dog lets me and he usually does. He’s a patient animal as a rule.
I am yawning and don’t know how much longer I am for this world and I will have to type quickly. In just a minute, I’m going to take my medicines and they are only going to make me sleepier. They always do in the morning and give me the best amount of sleep. Of course, I’ve been up all night and that helps too.
I just picked out the book I’m going to start reading today and it’s a thriller by Elizabeth George. It’s an Inspector Linley novel and I didn’t even know I had one that was still unread. I was in search of one and ran into it almost immediately. I just started looking at the top of the bookcase and there it was, staring me right in the face. I will keep going through my bookcase this way, starting from the top right and working my way through the rows of books all the way down to the bottom. I will read what ever is unread and hope for the best. This book I have now is called, ‘In Pursuit of the Proper Sinner.’
I want to make the most of the day because it’s the last day of the weekend. Yesterday went by quickly. It was gone in the blink of an eye. I have to get more out of today. I want to savor the day and each moment in it. It’s almost a shame to go to bed in a while and spend the time sleeping. I’d rather stay up and read my book. Sometimes it’s hard to decide what’s the most sensible thing to do, as opposed to what’s the most desirable thing to do when you try to get the most out of your day. I’m getting my second wind now and have stopped yawning. I’m drinking a tall glass of milk and it is perking me right up. Milk always does. It’s like an ice cold wake up call.
Of course, the dog is going to think that it’s an hour earlier. He won’t be ready to go for a walk yet if I stay up. The sun is coming up later and he won’t want to go out for another two hours. That gives me some leisurely time to sit and read.
I think I will make a new pot of coffee and go sit in my armchair with a blanket wrapped around me. I’ve just turned up the heater and it should be nice and warm in here in no time.
Have yourself a nice Sunday.
Ciao,
Nora
>The possibilities…
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It’s impossible not to jealously guard the time I’m spending here behind the computer very early in the morning due to the failure of my sleep medication. What looked like bad luck, is turning out to be a pleasant time spent fooling around with the appearance of the blog designs. I don’t know if I’m done with them yet, but the first attempts are there. I don’t know if I have the patience to endlessly sit and change them, but I do know that I will go back to them often and make alterations as I get in the mood. Whenever I have some spare time, I will do that.
I’m still not tired and have to find ways to fill the empty hours until it’s properly morning, although the time is passing by quickly. I suppose it’s true that it always does when you’re having fun. I’m easily amused. I really should have a whole bunch of blogs simply to have the opportunity to change their appearances. Just to mess around with them, because that’s my favorite thing to do. It’s like constantly changing the furniture in the living room around, which used to be my favorite activity. You just don’t get as worn out changing the appearance of your blogs.
I already wrote another blog post for Miss Daisy and god only knows how many more I will write until it’s morning. I’m on a roll now. I do have to keep myself occupied until the sun comes up and it’s time to walk Tyke. It does get lighter earlier every day, so it won’t take too long because we have not switched to Summer Time yet. I do look forward to setting the clock ahead one hour because it will be lighter longer in the evenings when you get to enjoy it most. I never did like setting the clocks back in wintertime and don’t see why we have to. Whoever came up with that bright idea? I’m totally opposed to it.
It’s time to make a pot of coffee and to start the day to some extent. It’s my attempt to make the time hurry up. I’m impatient to get the show on the road. I want to do things and be engaged. It will be wonderful to be out in the chilly morning air. It’s still a bit cold out there and it’s not going to be all that warm today. As a matter of fact, we’re expecting a few showers, which I don’t mind really, although I’ve come to prefer the sunshine. The wind is coming from the north and will be a bit chilly. I may even have to wear a scarf this morning, which I’ve not had to for a while.
At least it’s already Thursday today and the week is moving along at a steady pace. Before you know it, it will be weekend again and time for a breather. It’s not been an especially tough week, but I’ll be glad when it’s over. I haven’t really enjoyed the days very much and haven’t felt in such a great mood. I’ve been waiting for my anti-depressives to start working, but I think that they maybe have now. It’s sometimes hard to tell as my moods are not always easy to pin down and can be unpredictable and depend on how much sleep I’ve had. I’m sure I’ll have to take a nap today. I always seem to need a lot of sleep and I sure haven’t had any now.
I hope you’ll all have a nice day.
Ciao,
Nora
>Potholes and speed bumps…
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It’s raining cats and dogs outside and I for one am happy about that, because as long as it’s raining, it means it’s not cold enough to be snowing and I can stand by the open back door and wait for Tyke to do his business without catching a cold. I do like to keep an eye on him at night, as much as that is possible in the darkness, because I want to grab him as soon as he starts to bark for whatever reason, though he usually doesn’t, thank goodness. It’s like he knows that he has to be silent when he is out there. He does me a great favor, because I don’t want my grumpy neighbor upstairs to have anything to gripe about.
Tyke’s now sound asleep beside me with a full stomach, because he convinced me that he absolutely needed something to eat and pestered me until I filled his bowl, which he then emptied with much appetite. A dog with a full stomach is a happy dog, is my experience, and when Tyke is hungry he is a bother. He can only think of food and doesn’t rest until he gets it.
I’m supposed to be asleep, of course, but as is usual on the weekends, I’m allowing myself a late Saturday night when I’ll go to bed whenever I feel like it. It is my one indulgence and I do so enjoy it, because I’m always in an excellent mood when I stay up. I feel like nothing much can go wrong and that the world is my oyster and that I’m the pearl lying in the middle of it. Everybody deserves their fantasy and I’m no different than anybody else. I do feel that a night well spent is worth the hours the next day that I have to sleep late, especially since it’s on a Sunday, which is the one useless day of the week. A day of rest.
The reduction of my medicines is going well and I’m not yet noticing any adverse reactions. I’ve cut back my anti-psychotics by another 2 mg and I don’t notice anything unpleasant. I told myself from the start that it wasn’t necessary to expect a bad reaction to reducing them. I could equally well expect a pleasant reaction, who was to say? I didn’t want to walk around with a negative attitude and negative expectations.
As of Friday I also reduced my anti-depressives and I’ve not fallen into a deep dark hole. It would be too early for that anyway, but I’m not noticing any adverse reactions from that either. I’m not going through withdrawal. I’m doing all of this under the guidance of my psychiatrist and would not dare do it on my own. That would be like playing with fire. I’ve gotten wise enough not to do anything like that. I do have to put my trust in a professional who knows about these things.
I’ve had my coffee and am about done with it. It tasted good while it lasted, but now I’m ready for something else. I think I’ll have some lemonade. That will take care of my sweet tooth. I do always get cravings for sweet foods during the night and think of all kinds of delicious things to eat, but since I don’t have them in the apartment, I’m in no danger of eating them and gaining weight. That’s the best defense against that. In my fantasy I’m always eating chocolate bonbons and vanilla ice cream, but I get over that during the day and have hardly any such desires then. I wouldn’t go out and buy them anyway, except when I’m in the tobacco shop and buy a chocolate bar. That’s another one of my indulgences, but I do have very few of them.
The lemonade is making me feel cold and I’ve just turned up the thermostat. A body does need a little bit of warmth. Now I’ve just got to wait for the apartment to heat up a bit. It will be pleasant in here in no time.
I hope you’ll all have a nice day. I guess my rain dance worked.
Ciao,
Nora
>Through the night…
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It is now in the middle of the night and it is 23F degrees outside and the sky is clear. No wonder the heater was coming on. I have the thermostat set low, but the radiators felt warm when I got up. The Heater comes on every once in a while. It’s not on continuously. Apparently the apartment is well enough insulated to keep out the worst of the cold.
I went to bed very early last night, because I was completely bored with what was on TV, which is never interesting on Saturday nights, and I wasn’t in the mood for blogging either. I laid in bed and listened to the football game on the radio until I dozed off.A football game is also boring enough to drift away by. Who can keep track of all the different players when there are no pictures to look at?
I woke up in a sweat and had to go to the toilet in a hurry and then Tyke had to go out back. I stood by the back door in the cold night air and completely cooled off, which was nice. When you’re having a hot flash there’s nothing better than the freezing cold on your body. It would have been different if a strong northern wind had been blowing. I might not have enjoyed it as much then.
Since it’s the weekend, I decided to stay up and enjoy the silence of the night and catch up on my sleep in the morning. I started a pot of coffee and turned on the computer and answered emails. I can usually do that before I’ve had my coffee, though I function better mentally after I’ve had a cup. I probably would write better emails if I waited, but I’m impatient to get them done.
It’s going to be cold like this for a while and on Wednesday and the next few days we are expecting snow. So it is predicted. If it will actually come about is another matter all together, because we are promised all sorts of weather that never really happens. Sunshine that doesn’t appear and rain that doesn’t fall. Weather forecasters do their best, but it still isn’t an exact science and they can only make broad predictions and not really pinpoint them all that locally. At least for our area they don’t seem to be able to do it. We will see.
I have to make a list of things that I have to take care of. I don’t think it’s actually going to be that long, but they are things that keep escaping my attention and that I think of when I can’t do anything about them. They keep nagging me at the back of my mind and then I start to worry about them at the most inappropriate times. It will be better to get each item down on paper and check it off as I get it done. That seems to be the most sensible thing to do. I’m not a great maker of lists, but I do see the sense of them now. It’s a great way to organize your mind and to actually accomplish things. That’s one resolution I have to keep. I’m starting mine before it’s actually New year’s.
All you other single people out there are my great example. You are all managing your lives and taking care of the details and problems of it with whatever degree of success, and although I don’t know how difficult this is for you, you do seem to pull it off. I never hear any big complains and stories of woe. You all seem to cope and do well. I must remember that I’m not the only middle aged woman on her own who has to figure out her own stuff. Sometimes I get a lot overwhelmed and I don’t want to cope at all, but be like an ostrich and put my head in the sand. I wonder if you have the same problem too and how do you overcome that? Do you ever get intimidated by life?
It’s early in the morning now and I’ll move on to other things. This has been a nice way way to spend the night. I’ve taken my time writing this, but I did have to take a tranquilizer and wait for it to work halfway through. I had too much free floating anxiety and worries.
Have a good morning and enjoy your Sunday.
Ciao,
Nora
>There she comes…
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I managed to sleep until 8 o’clock this morning. It was with amazement that I looked at the alarm clock. I don’t know how I did it, but somehow I pulled it off. I am very pleased. That means I slept almost nine hours and I will not have to take a nap today. Hallelujah. I will make it through the day just like a regular person, and that is good, because today both my personal helper and my domestic help are going to be here. I will be alert and approachable and in a good mood. Not that I’m always in a bad mood, but I’m more absentminded when I’m sleepy and tired and forget to be very sociable.
I’m having my second cup of coffee and my third cigarette. I’ve just taken my medicines and am waiting for them to start working. It’s the regular morning routine like so many other mornings, except that I’m doing it later than usual now. Tyke is sitting on his perch on the dining table looking out the window and seems to be completely fascinated by whatever he sees out there. At least he is happy for now. That gives me time to sit here and write and wake up properly. I may be writing this, but I’m on automatic pilot still. I will function well after I’ve had the second cup.
Well, the secretary of the Green Cross just called to say that my personal helper is sick, so she won’t be coming this morning, which gives me a sea of time. Now I don’t have to sit here and rush through this. I was a little concerned about the timing and getting this done before she got here. I’m still sitting here in my bathrobe and I was to take a shower when she got here and get into my clean clothes, so I suppose I will do that on my own now.
It didn’t snow last night like was predicted. I suppose it didn’t get quite cold enough. It did rain, but this morning the sun is shining and it’s going to be 33F, which means it’s going to be a nice day, because there will hardly be any wind. It will be nice to go out for a walk with Tyke.
Because it’s Friday again, I’m extra motivated to make it as pleasant a day as possible. It’s the pre-weekend day, which is as good as it being the weekend. Sometimes it’s hard to remember to enjoy the times that don’t consist of responsibilities, although there are many moments of it during the week. I usually have just enough stress with me to not be able to relax completely until the weekend, while really I have no reason not to feel that way during the week. I really need a change of attitude, but I never realize it until it is almost weekend and I see that I have been stressing again during the week.
I look like the wild woman of Borneo. My hair is sticking up all over the place and it is strictly from sleeping on it. There’s no hairspray or wax in it. If I didn’t know better I’d say static electricity was the cause of it and maybe it is dry enough in the apartment to have caused it. I have had the heater on. It will probably be better once I’ve washed my hair.
The mailmen are on strike because 3,100 of them are going to be laid off and be replaced by part time mail deliverers. That’s what they will be called. There was no mail yesterday and there will be no mail today, so no reason to go look in the mailbox. Privatization of mail services is a large cause of it and the fact that people send less mail, doing things by email now. I don’t think the tide can be turned. We are starting to live in a capitalistic society. Woe is us.
I have to go and walk the dog. It’s time to get the day started. Be at your very best, always.
Ciao,
Nora
>And all that jazz…
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I’m having my second cup of coffee early on a chilly morning. I’ve got my bathrobe and slippers on, but I’ve just turned up the thermostat to get it a little bit warmer in here. I do think I deserve a little bit of comfort. My hands are cold and so is my nose, although I’m not suffering from frostbite yet. Conditions aren’t quite that bad. It’s only going to be cloudy today and not even rain, so we are blessed, although a little bit of sunshine would have been nice too.
At least my feet are very warm and so is my stomach from the hot coffee. Pretty soon the rest of me will be also. It won’t take too long for the apartment to heat up. That is the pleasant side effect of not living in too big a place.
After having cut down on my tranquilizers yesterday, I managed to last on one that I took in the morning until 8 o’clock in the evening. Then I started to get stressed and anxious and I knew I would have to take another one. I didn’t think that was too bad, because I had lasted all day on just that one in the morning.
I hadn’t really needed the one in the morning in combination with my other medicines and I won’t take one this morning, but I will wait for the day to unfold and see when I need to take one. I’m going to try to limit it to one tranquilizer a day, but if I need to take two then I will. I’m not going to go through unnecessary stress when I don’t have to. Reducing them a little at the time is fine. I can’t expect to go from three of them during the day to just one all at once without any problems. I will see.
Today my other personal helper is going to be here and so is the domestic help. That means it is Friday again and once again I find it impossible that it is. I still don’t know what happens to the weekdays. They seem to speed by. Every time I turn around it is weekend and I wonder what happened to the rest of the week.
It’s not as if I have that awful many things to do during the week. It mainly seems to be a matter of trying to stay on an even keel and dealing with whatever events take place calmly. It’s a good week if my mood is stable and if I can deal with the emotional things well and give them a place, like I’m doing right now with the subject I’m tackling in therapy.
So, today will be the first day of the beginning of the weekend or it will be when everyone has been here and has gone. I will be left with a clean apartment and a sorted mind, at least I hope so. I hope my personal helper and I can put the world to rights or at least do the chores that need to be done together.
Now it’s time to take my medicines and to get dressed and take Tyke for a walk. I really don’t want to go out there yet, it’s so nice and warm in here. I suppose that I don’t want the day to start yet officially. I’d like to postpone it another hour or so. It’s still dark outside and not very enticing. I suppose it’s the human condition to want to be warm and cozy and in the light.
Alright, off I go. Have a great day.
Ciao,
Nora
>Waiting for the rain to stop…
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I’m waiting for the rain to stop, so I will be able to go to the gas station to buy cigarettes, but it looks like there’s no end to it. I may have to bundle up and ride my bike through the rain and get wet. There are worse things, of course, but it’s no pleasure I’m looking forward to. It’s not something you do voluntarily. I’ll have to do it to take care of my nicotine addiction, but that’s not really voluntarily. That’s more like I’m driven to.
I also still have to take Tyke out for a walk and knowing him, he would not really mind going out in the rain, providing I would rub him dry well with a towel afterwards. If I’m going to get wet anyway, I may as well take him for a walk too. I may as well pretend I enjoy it and do this for my daily living. Mailmen have to go out in it, after all. I have yet to hear our mailman complain about the weather. Except when there’s a heatwave.
The really good part is that it’s Friday evening and that means that it’s officially weekend now, though why that should be such a big deal to me still puzzles me. For some reason I still think the weekend is special, because I can do what I want and with that I mean, sleep whenever I want to. As if I don’t do enough of that during the week. I sure make a big deal out of sleeping, don’t I? It seems to be such an important thing to me. I’m either short of it or doing too much of it. I never find the right balance. Or very rarely.
I think I will buy enough cigarettes to last me all weekend so I will not have to worry about having to go to the store, because I just know that it’s going to be emotionally stressful for me to go. Whatever I do now, will prevent me from having to do it later at a worse time. I anticipate anxiety and I want to be one step ahead of it. I have to make it as uncomplicated as I can. Getting wet in the rain is the least of my worries. At least I don’t wear make up that can run.
I do wish I had a car. Those of you with cars, who take that for granted, don’t know how lucky you are and how it simplifies your life. Things are so much easier when you have a car. I drove a car for 22 years, so I remember.
I’m going to take Tyke for a walk before it gets too late. See you in a while…
…so, I have gone to the gas station as well and got my supply of cigarettes and a chocolate bar. I couldn’t resist it, not after having been out in the rain and wind. It was very stormy and wet on the bike, the walk with Tyke was a piece of cake compared to it.
Now it is still a decent time in the evening and I’m all done doing things, except for hanging up a load of laundry. I’ll do that tomorrow when I’ll also change my bed. Oh, I can’t wait to have clean sheets on the bed. What a joy! I know someone who only changes her sheets once every two weeks. I can’t believe that. Maybe I’ll even change the sheets tonight. That would make me excited about going to bed. I need all the excitement I can get. George Clooney is still not in there.
Well, I think I will knit an end to this post, as we say here. I’m going to see what other kind of trouble I can get into. Oh yes, I’m going to change the bed…
Have a good evening!
Ciao,
Nora
>Too normal…
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I’m so incredibly normal, that I suspect that I took a dose too many of one of my medications today. I can’t be sure, but I strongly suspect it. Of course, there’s nothing I can do to undo it, so I just have to live with it. Isn’t that awful, living with being too normal?
To offset it, I’ve made myself a pot of coffee and I’m having the first cup now. The pot has been hand washed by the domestic help herself, and hand dried by me, as was the rest of the paraphernalia, so I’m drinking a clean cup of coffee. As if there’s any other kind to have. Right?
I didn’t sleep last night and didn’t go to bed until early in the morning. I woke up just before the Exfactor got here and had just made coffee. I was still coughing from my first cigarette and walking around in my bathrobe. Tyke was the first one to hear the Exfactor’s motorcycle from a distance and he ran to the window to have a look and then ran to the front door to get ready to greet him. He is so enthused when he knows the Exfactor is coming.
The Exfactor went to the store for me to pick up a few things I had run out of, but later I realized that there were more things I needed, so I will have to go there myself tomorrow. The domestic help discovered that several cleaning products were gone and those replacement girls had not told me they were. Bad show all around. I will also have to get more dog food, because Tyke is eating a lot right now and I’m running out.
The Exfactor and I did have a chance to drink coffee and talk about his work and I got him to off load a bit about what sort of stress he was dealing with. It turns out that a lot of it is still unresolved stress from his old job and we talked about that. I’m trying to get him to lighten the load by talking about it. I hope it will help. I will keep doing this. I figure I get a chance to do it once a week, so he should get a chance to do it also. All he needs is a listening ear and a little bit of guidance. I think I’m qualified to provide those.
It’s 57F outside and I have all the windows open at the top. It isn’t cold in here, but there’s enough of a draft to air out the apartment, which was necessary. I will keep them open as long as possible. I don’t need to turn the heater on now anyway. It is going to get colder over the weekend, so I will have to see what I’m going to do then, but I hope I can leave them open, because I gets smelly in here from the smoke. It’s nicer to lie in bed with the windows open at night too, although I wouldn’t know a thing about that, of course, not sleeping at night as I do.
I am happy that it is weekend again and all I have to do is some paperwork that’s not going to take a lot of my time. I’ll try to get it done tomorrow and walk to the mailbox with Tyke. I also have to get my flu shot tomorrow morning. I’ll be busy in the morning then it looks like. I do like to get things out of the way, as long as I’m not sleeping that is. I do waste a lot of my day sleeping when I stay up all night. I wonder if that is part of the purpose? To avoid the day?
I washed a big load of laundry today and I still have to hang it up to dry. It is raining outside and it will be this weekend. The laundry will have to dry inside. I don’t mind because it makes the bathroom smell good. It does help if I take it down and put it away on time. The laundry that’s on the drying rack now has been there forever. Sometimes I do lie down on the job. I get some things done perfectly and other things slip through the cracks. It’s hard being perfect. Who do I think I am anyway?
I must go and walk Tyke. He has had a big meal and I’m sure it is necessary that he goes outside. I don’t think the patio will do. I’ve had enough coffee and I think I will switch to cold milk. I will have to buy more tomorrow.
Have a good night, all of you!
Ciao,
Nora
Another Splendid Day 