Write It Down
Friday. The sun is out, the birds are singing, there's a nice little nip to the air. Three or four thousand acres are burning out of control south of here, but quite a few miles south of here so I'd say everything is going just swell. Other than that damned thing with the Social Security department, but that will eventually work itself out.
A house warming party tomorrow afternoon, the Carnaval parade Sunday morning so the weekend will be interesting. A trip to get cat food today lest I be railed for failing to feed Ms. Emmy. Bitch, bitch, bitch: so much on my plate, so little time. A run to the car wash after shopping, I think. Get these chores done in a group of three, the third being laundry (dear god). Why so much trouble doing laundry? You put the stuff into a machine, the machine does all the work, you take it out of the machine, fold it up and put in the dresser. Or hang it in the closet. Or tuck them together and dump them into the sock box. Sometimes I put off doing the socks, but again, what's the fuss? Laundry. The very word gives me pause.
OK, many cans of cat food are now up in the cupboard. Ms. Emmy has been fed (of course) and has lost all interest in me and is now sleeping peacefully on the bed as is her afternoon wont. Actually that's a wont of my own come to think. How cute. How, um, utterly mindless to write it down.
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