procrastination, thy name is AM
a big bowl of cafe au lait
the happy sound of my lawn dude mowing (aka "my excuse for not loading the car since normally I'd be using the lawn to stage stuff but that would be just RUDE to spread my crap around while he's working, right?")
the plaintive sound of Archie locked in the back room (hes off his mellowing drugs for now and so cannot be trusted in the house while I'm distracted. hes destructive and beats up poor Circe with no provocation. sigh.) punctuated by the sound of him systematically tearing up the carpet under the door (did I mention destructive? again, sigh.)
large piles all over the living room floor
large piles of LISTS
the burble burble of a running dishwasher (aka "my excuse for not taking my shower yet")
a purring Circe snuggled next to me (not ON Me, as she'd like, poor girl) punctuated with periodic chirps of happiness. poor girl. she really really wants to be an only cat....
need to run to the grocery store
need to load the car
need to tidy up a bit and get the kitties set for the weekend
need to make sure I have riding togs and my freshly laundered saddle pad and girth in the car, just in case I make it home early enough to get some pony time in
need to synch the ipod to include all the Miles books I used my audible.com credits for last night :). cant think of better listening for a road trip!
very muich looking forward to a quiet weekend of socializing and playing with food and reconnecting with people. Have been feeling a bit isolated lated (my own fault, I've been putting so much time and energy into the horse and work...) and am looking to do something about that :)
we'll have a fire (thanks gwen_the_potter
!!) so bring a chair and come on by Sat night :). my fourth apprentice Aleyn Smithe (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen_Smithee
) occasionally brings tasty non period things to toast in the fire, so please dont be shocked. I keep trying to tell him that its not period, but he never listens.