there is something just not right about mondays. no matter how many mondays i have, i never quiet feel right about the beginning of a new week. my bed is the most comfortable on monday morning around 8am. Just as JP comes in my room to dry his hair and wake me up with a loud whirring of hot air. every monday, it could be said, that i would rather be in my bed, with my dog and cat, reading.
There is something really satisfying about getting all your major shopping done in ten minutes on the internet. Now comes the anxiety of ...i hope they like what i got them.
to be seen
and it is not beginning to look at all like christmas.
random thoughts for a monday morning...
7 more work days until i go to florida for family time. there is a steakhouse i have in mind with the best filet mignon i have ever tasted, mmm.
i need to find a child safety lock for the garbage can. hazzah! so simple, why didn't i think of that sooner?
my entire house is clean, scrubbed, sparkling. including my bedroom, except that my "product" organization racks came to a crashing end last night as they fell off the wall. great.
i need new internet sites to entertain me.
what will i do when i complete the entire "Sookie Stackhouse Series". It really has been a delight to read and Sookie will remain a heroine in my heart for some time.
I am a big Alfred Hitchcock fan. A big James Stewart fan for that matter. But actually having Vertigo, is terrible beyond what one can fathom. It has basically consumed my life for weeks. a day in the ER and more days in bed. Imagine having the drunk spins, without all the fun of being drunk, and having it last for weeks on end.
i'm trying to hang in there. back to work and all that.
sometimes i feel cursed.