Good morning, good morning (that song)

Well, I said that I wouldn’t start blogging today till I got some chores done, but hey, it’s before 9AM and I am up, dressed, and hair done. That counts, right? It’s my day off. I still need to eat some breakfast, and wake Madame (who I think needs to start getting up at 7AM again), but other than that, I think it’s been a good start to the morning. I am enjoying the relative silence of my home after the hustle and bustle and noise of working 6 days in a row. I know God did, and rested the seventh, but my goodness! I surely appreciate the labor movement of the late 19th and early 20th century that gave us 5 day work weeks. I had to come home early yesterday because I felt like I was going to pass out. I think I had a touch of exhaustion. I got home around 7:30 (instead of 11, I worked till my lunch break then told a super that I wanted to puke and pass out at the same time. That was enough for her to tell me to pull. It took me 45 minutes to count out, and I had gotten it down to under a ½ hour…) and was asleep by 9. Probably a little earlier, but Tim and Joy came in. She was so sorrowful and only wanted to sleep with me. I think she’s had the worst time adjusting to me working outside the home. (I know, a well duh moment, but SHE’s the one saying she’s ready to go to school, “where’s my schoolbus?”)

Well, I should eat a decent breakfast (Krispy Kreme Raspberry filled donut, eggs, and chocolate milk), take my meds, and finish up the kitchen. So far Tim has done a wonderful job of upkeep, but it’s the little details that get to me, you know, the ones that have to be done my way ;) . And then it’s off to run errands and what-not. Have a good day!

Mood: Feeling the possibilities of accomplishing a lot today. Happy.