Sunday is a Lot of Work

Getting up in the dark as I do everyday, trying to get the coffee started before Molly started wanting outside. Its raining hard, and she won't stay out. Finally I dropped the spoon and open the door, now I can finish measuring out coffee. Darn that cat, just one day I'd like to get the coffee put together before she starts, its always a fight she wins. Heat, light, paper for morning writing, getting three pages done as quick as possible. Coffee's ready, Molly wants in, Ch'ng isn't moving, no desire to go out. You'd think it was too much trouble to go have a piddle while the door is open anyhow, but no, she will hold out till I get my duds on and take her for a proper walk. She's smart, I'll give her that, only goes out for treats. So, wait suckah!! After the writing was done I got thinking about my day, as they are announcing that its going to be rainy and wind gusting up to 45-55 mph in this area, out isn't the place I'm spending any time. And its Super Bowl day so nothing's on TV. There's about fifty things going thru my head to fill the hours. Hate you, stupid banner thinking. Reading: Dreamers of the Day New Book: LM Alcott's Whispers in the Dark Knitting: sweater in teal Story to work on, got a couple or three or eleven Inner-kid Diary: an update on what she thinks I need to accomplish. Oooooooooh yes, I do really want to hear about that. She's very busy and has her own set of books to read, I'm running out of time here . . . and you can knit while you watch TV, don't you know???? Abacus: practice in front of the TV Organizing: keep working on the spare room to get all the papers stored/recycled/tossed. Bathroom: CLEAN IT!!!!!!! No? Eat something: What??? Even after going for groceries I don't have anything in to eat. I never have anything to eat 'cept chips, but that doesn't appeal for breakfast. How bout ice cream then, its dairy. NO. Harp: practice now that my finger is healed from being chopped with the vegetables. This is a list that needs to go into a book or something. How do you choose when you get that many things come into your head all at the same time? That's one thing I have never figured out. How can you get that many thots in your head at the same time and not get hurt? nother thing I've never figured out. Guess this is how, when you have a perfectly good name, you get a nickname. A perfectly ordinary-looking person who, once you get closer, is just running around with one foot nailed to the floor. That's when you get named TIZZIE. Gotto go wish all my football pals Happy Super Bowl Day!!!!!!!!!!!