I didn't sleep well last night, then my cat Bright Eyes woke me up holding road races on the bed, 15 minutes before the alarm was to go off. Over it.
Came home and Duane was asleep, because he's still not sleeping at night. Not sleeping well during the day either. I had to make my own coffee. Over it.
That's the view I saw of the mountains to the north when I left work tonight at 5:15. Within ten minutes it's getting dark on my walk.
Simply breath taking the short few minutes it lasted.
I don't know if it was the kids who took my flowers. It's all circumstantial evidence. No sense in saying anything to anyone anyway. If they cared, it wouldn't have happened in the first place. It's why Cookie and I are comrades in hating people. Umm, still not over it. If I ever catch someone messing with my plants, I'm going to go all Rochester on them. (You would understand if you're from Rochester, NY or personally know someone from Rochester.)
I made it through my second Wednesday. I'm over it. Two more days to go then I get two days to be equally as busy at home. Over it.
Having pot pie for dinner, then I think I work a little on the granny ripple afghan. Put the damn cats in straight jackets and hope for a good nights sleep.
Happy Thursday, I mean Tuesday everyone. Yeah, I forget what day of the week it's supposed to be. I'm so over it.