“Please stop talking to me.”
That’s what om thinking this morning. It’s not even 8am, you’re supposed to be asleep. My mom is awake, she re-organized my grammas craft area, and is actively trying to get me to talk to her.
The coffee isn’t finished brewing.
Yes folks, I can hear my gramma moving around. Shady Acres is awake 40 minutes early today. Happy Monday ya’ll.
Oh god I need some coffee.
I think it’s gonna be one of those days here.
This coffee tastes very very good this morning. It took me a little while to fall asleep, and then I was up a few times in the night. But all in all, not a bad rest. No shock therapy dreams. I know I had some, just can’t remember them. I didn’t however hear my alarm go off. Usually, I hear the vibrations before I hear the song. This morning, I didn’t hear anything until the song kicked in.
It’s a quiet morning here, as it should be, but this week should be pretty busy. We have an appointment on Monday for my gramma, we’re entering the 21st century at Shady Acres in Tuesday when we get WiFi in the house (the WiFi man will be here sometime between 8am-5pm), and it’s my job to make sure all the tablets and phones are hooked up to it.
Wednesday, I believe right now is a free day. Thursday, oil change in my moms truck. Friday is my day. I should have a book in the mail. It’s very weird getting used to no mail delivery on Saturdays.
This coffee tastes very very good this morning. A new book for me will be a good thing. I’m almost done NOS4A2, and as expected, almost finished with Twilight (Bella, Alice, and Jasper just arrived in Phoenix), so I’m in need of a new one very soon.
Happy Sunday, everyone.
Ok, happy Saturday. Didn’t have the greatest of sleeps, especially when you’re dreaming that you’re getting shock treatment. That, and mentally rearranging your bedroom at 2am. Usually, I fall right asleep. Last night for some reason, I was changing oil on a truck that I don’t own. But wished I owned. I’m in farm country now, and while I’d like a sports car, I’m looking for an older model Ford F-150 (1977-1989), or an El Camino. Then I was either too hot to be under the blankets, or too cold to be on top. Then it depended on which side I slept on wether or not I could breathe. Good times.
So I got up this morning, made some coffee, and then I got to work moving my room around. And funny enough, it was essentially exactly how I pictured it in my mind at 2am. Then my mom wanted a tapestry put up, so dad and I did that. My gramma found a mirror that she wanted hung, so I hung that.
Then, I vacuumed, steam-cleaned the floor in the living room, and hallway. I swept and steamed the bathroom floor, and sprayed down the shower with Scrubbing Bubbles. Once Shady Acres goes down for their afternoon nap, I’ll sweep and steam the kitchen floor. It’s been a busy morning.
So pretty much all I’ll really have to do later is make my bed. Everything that I’ve wanted to do is pretty much done. And I got 90% of it done before 10 am. Tonight, before bed, I’ll hop in the shower, so I’m clean to get in the clean bed. Other than the above, I don’t have anything else to do.
Other than that you’re looking at maybe 2:20 worth of driving to get to an actual bookstore. Granted I probably wouldn’t buy, but it would be nice too look. I only have 1 or 2 books left in the queue. All my mom reads here is Nora Roberts/JD Robb, Danielle Steel, and is now getting into James Patterson.
And she’s more than welcome to read any of my books, but I don’t think that she’s ready for House of Leaves. Besides, if she wanted to read it, I’d go and get her a brand new copy, as mine is all written in. Although, I’m not sure that she’d like it too much. It’s a bit of a dark story. But it’s my favourite book, thanks to The Editor and her amazing taste, and knowing what I’d love. I think I’ve read it about 5 or 6 times.
