It's already Sunday evening, and I feel as if I've run a marathon over the past few days.
Part of the problem here is one of perception: what I view as being "busy" others may view as being "insane". Sometimes I need to be reminded on this, as was the case yesterday when I was talking to my friend Kay, who scolded me for a comment I made about myself that involved the word "sloth". As is usually the case with Kay, she was right. Anyway, here's a snapshot of today in my world:
Woke up, but didn't want to admit that yet.
Got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
Finished with shower, etc. Got dressed.
Took Becca to work, as she "had to make the donuts".
Returned home, with a copy of the Sunday Times under my arm.
7:15am - 8:30am
Read the paper, read the news on-line, caught up on various local message boards, ranted about Bishop Martino, etc.
8:30am - 10:00am
Usual Sunday cleaning...ran vacuum cleaner, washed dished, cleaned sink, changed cat litter, etc.
10:00am - 10:30am
Back at the computer to check email, etc.
10:30am - 11:45am
Went upstairs to take a nap & actually got about a good 30+ minutes of shut-eye.
11:45am - 3:00pm
Usual Sunday ritual of taking my mother to lunch and then grocery shopping. When we returned I helped my bother Chris move some things and then I fixed my mother's cellar door.
3:00pm - 4:00pm
Walked around Lake Scranton.
4:00pm - 5:30pm
Went to work to pick up a rental car (2008 Chevy HHR), went to the ATM to get some cash, deposited some money in Katrina's account, ran into the grocery store.
5:30pm - 6:15pm
Got home but discovered that I needed to go back to work to make come copies. So it's back to The Office.
6:15pm - 7:00pm
Get home and decide that I'm too tired to do much else, so I get changed into tattered lounging clothes (including an incredibly ripped up Cape May NJ shirt that I just love).
7:00pm - ??
At the computer, writing silly blog entries and killing time until the last moment before I have to fire up the ThinkPad and do some work in preparation for my trip to Hartford tomorrow.
Life is truly grand. For the record, bed-time will be somewhere around 11pm.