Where DOES the time go?
I took vacation time this week, and intended to sleep late, and do gardening, and take the kitties outside, and basically just do happy, relaxed fun things. I had been feeling the need to have some down time, and so when Martin canceled his originally planned vacation for this week (it's his birthday tomorrow, and every year so far he's taken off the week of his birthday; this year it coincided with a visit from our uber-boss, Nicholas Riddle, and just to prove that he doesn't take off when Nicholas is here--whole other story there--he changed it to the last week in July) I jumped at it.
Well, so far I feel neither particularly happy nor relaxed. In fact, I guess I'm feeling a bit stressed because I haven't done any of the "fun" activities I had originally planned....Ok, I did sleep a little later than usual yesterday, but it doesn't count in my estimation because I didn't wake up feeling relaxed and happy and ready to greet the day.
For sure it doesn't help that I'm PMSing, but could the little shits in the neighborhood (*cough cough*Tommy*cough cough*), and the idjits from the bar, and the schmucks who park their trucks in front of my driveway PLEASE take this week off, too?! Please???
And could the day maybe slow down a little so it's not suddenly 3pm and all I've managed to do is eat a bagel, feed the cats their lunch, and read the paper? I don't think that's asking too much. Thanks.
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So who cleaned the weeds growing out of the sidewalk cracks and from under the fence at the perimeter; who pruned the tree that was hanging over the ramp from the street; who swept the street in front of the house and all the way to the corner? I'd like to thank that person because when I left for work yesterday morning, things looked spiffy out front. (And who brought the grass inside for the Kitties, a special treat that they love?)Heart.
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