Another Exciting episode

I find myself as awkward at this daily blogging things as a teen at her first party. (My first party? I hid in a corner wondering why my friend at whose house it was taking place had invited a tribe of Neanderthals. None of the guys were even remotely… human, let alone attractive. Then again I was sixteen, so this might have been normal.)

Right now I’m looking for that dark corner to hide in. I mean… what do I do? What do I say? What are the popular girls doing? And you expect me to dance to THAT?

Let’s face it, I’m not putting up deeply significant posts every day. Unless I start walking around with a notebook to jot down something everytime a possible linkage occurs to me… Um… I could do that.

Anyway, today could be filed under “another d*mn wasted day.” I woke up late, but still felt tired. Too tired to concentrate. Went for my morning walk which was nice – first time in several days I did the full walk. Came home. Did the litter boxes, a job I normally do without thinking but which so thoroughly wiped me out I had to nap.

Read Slightly Scandalous (can’t remember author and book was left downstairs) which was okay for popcorn reads. Don’t know that I’ll run out and buy all of the author’s books, but will buy them if I stumble upon them and have money. It was pleasant enough and she didn’t rape the Regency three ways from Sunday.

Napped again (are you starting to see a theme. For reference, I normally CAN’T sleep during the day. Even if I try to.) Went to doctor. Sinus and double ear infection. Came home and asked older boy to take me to pharmacy – had to, as Dan had my car, since snow was expected. Yeah, I walked to doctor. It was actually pleasant – it’s not too far. Oh, it was cold as heck – snow expected, though not here yet – but I have a foofy coat I bought in Ohio, so I was warm.

Dropped off prescriptions, went grocery shopping while I waited, came home, took meds, cooked dinner… ate… and here I am.

I just realized I gave you an accounting of my actions today, like my grandmother used to do, and possibly for the same reason. She did it because she was alone and wanted to believe what she did with her time still mattered. I did it I think because I feel like I got nothing done. Which is true.

I’m about to call it a night at eight thirty pm again. BUT I have meds, and hopefully tomorrow will be better, right?

Am I a bad person because I wish it WOULD snow a lot and the guys would get a snowday? At this time in their lives, they don’t really bother me much when they’re home, and it feels so snugly with all of us in the house. Probably won’t happen, though you never know. The forecast has been wrong twice and in Colorado when that happens it means they’re way out of their league.

Colorado – where the weather is insane and drives the weathermen that way.

Will any work actually get done? Will the snow fly? Will the boys drive me insane? Will the weathermen put broccoli in their socks and rub their heads with bunnies? Who knows? Tune in tomorrow for another exciting episode of As The Sarah Turns…. :)