I know I should say something apologetic about not blogging lately, about being busy. I haven't been that busy, there's just a lot going on I don't want to write about. It's not particularly important.
I'm sipping my third cup of coffee today. I don't know why my house was up at 5:30 AM, but it was and as a result I am too tired to deal with the list: garbage, compost, laundry, trip to the bank. And yet every time I turn around, it seems to get longer. My car has some sort of puffed rice snack all over it from Jack and Lauren in the 3rd seat. The snow melted and I parked the car deep in the driveway for the first time in weeks, and noted my yard was strewn with pink dryer lint. Oh. Yep, that is probably why he said 'You need to make sure you empty the trap more often'. It seemed to announce to my neighbors that I'm forgetful. As I went in the back door, after tripping over a hungry cat demanding to be fed, I wondered how long it had been since I'd swept the back hall. I opened the fridge to put away the milk after the last cup of coffee, and clean the fridge!
My tired sidekick is watching television. Occasionally she whines about water and/or bananas. Her hair is an impossible blonde tangle in the back of her head although I'm sure I've brushed it four times already.
Vacuum the car. Take out the garbage and compost. Go to the bank.
This isn't hard. Right?