5 inches of snow
Zero degrees
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My other journal is off-line for the moment. Efforts are being made to rememdy that, but meantime, here I am...
Every Monday starts the same. I sit at work in the quiet hours of the morning thinking of all the things I will do when I get off work. Using Monday afternoon wisely can put me well ahead on my chores. But invariably once I get home, the length of my day catches up with me.
Also, invariably, when the softness of my bed starts calling to me long about three pm, I find someone (one of the ubiquitous four-footed someones) has puked on the bed. Always on Mondays, when weariness pulls me down and the thought of stripping the bed and re-sheeting it is...just...too...much.
What a bunch of comedians those cats are...
Zero degrees
***
My other journal is off-line for the moment. Efforts are being made to rememdy that, but meantime, here I am...
Every Monday starts the same. I sit at work in the quiet hours of the morning thinking of all the things I will do when I get off work. Using Monday afternoon wisely can put me well ahead on my chores. But invariably once I get home, the length of my day catches up with me.
Also, invariably, when the softness of my bed starts calling to me long about three pm, I find someone (one of the ubiquitous four-footed someones) has puked on the bed. Always on Mondays, when weariness pulls me down and the thought of stripping the bed and re-sheeting it is...just...too...much.
What a bunch of comedians those cats are...
