Yesterday was an icky, rainy, gloomy Saturday - And I was up at 8:30am because I had to be. A friend of ours who had been storing some furniture in our attic was finally coming to retrieve it and he was going to be knocking on our door by 9am. So at 8:30, I was up and dressed, and for some reason, I had a huge amount of energy. While I waited for him, I managed to clean all the cabinets in the kitchen, the microwave, the stove, did the dishes, did a load of wash, cleaned the family room, and gathered up all the trash and recycling. By then it was 10:30 and that’s when that guy finally showed up to get his stuff. By 12:30 he was done, and I went out and rented a couple of movies (Ginger Snaps, the first and second - very good!) and stayed up until midnight watching them.

Today is a beautiful, sunny, spring Sunday – And I could sleep the whole thing away. I woke up at 10am and went to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and almost fell back asleep. So back to bed I went and didn’t wake up again until after 12. Reluctantly, I got up and went downstairs.

I could think of a million things I should be doing. I thought about the pictures my client wants me to post on his website and how now was the perfect time to do that. I thought about how my guest room needs rearranging now that that guy took his couch out of it. I thought about cutting my dog’s nails and even got the clippers out, but that’s about as far as I got with that. I even thought about blogging, but nothing really had happened that anyone would want to hear about. I did read a couple of blogs, and I hit the comment button only to have the blank box staring back at me, waiting for me to say something, asking me "well, what do you think of that?", and that's as far as I got with that...

All I actually did was sit right back down on the couch and fell sleep. It wasn’t a long sleep because Earl asked me if I was going to the grocery store. That was my intention, yes. I got up and made a list, then fell back asleep for five more minutes.

I managed to then drag myself up the stairs so I could take a look at what I looked like. A shower was apparently needed. And although I don’t like to go out with wet head, wet head is better than disgusting head.

So now I am out of the shower. I have never in my life craved a soda, but I am now. I can buy a 12-pack of Diet Coke and it will sit in my fridge for two months. I never drink the stuff, and here I am wanting one so bad that the thought of stopping on the corner to pick one up before I get to the grocery store has become my only inspiration of going out of the house. That and buying a new pot for my mini rose bush that I intend on growing in my bedroom window.

Okay, so that’s all I wanted to say for now. I am going out in five minutes, if I don’t fall asleep first. I’ll get my Diet Coke on the corner, hit the grocery store, return Ginger Snaps, and let you know how it all goes.