It's funny - I'm really quite tired of having nothing interesting to say, so I suppose I'll ramble aimless for fifteen minutes and be uninteresting, but long-winded *snort*.

My house is in a complete disarray and I forsee extensive cleaning/reorganizing/furniture moving in my future. I hate the mess and need it dealt with asap. It just nags and nags and nags. I moved the big sewing cabinet over to L's house so that I have a spot to work when I'm there. Go me. Of course, now I need to find a place for the sewing crap...

I also need to hit the HEB today for cokes, dog biscuits, milk, and toilet paper. *checks the fridge and pantry* And lentil soup, gatorade, bread and bananas. I still need to get a few holiday presents, mail a bunch of shit I hadn't intended to ship, and get some stuff to Velma.

I'm supposed to Christmas cookie with Velma, but I'm not sure I'm in a cookie-friendly place: financially, emotionally, spiritually or otherwise. Part of me says, but it's Christmas. Part of me says, prove it. A huge part of me says, Jesus christ, woman! You have 80,000 things to do, a torn up house, a depressed unemployed husband, a child who *makes* cookies for a living and threatened revolt if forced to make more and you're so behind you'll never die! Are you *stupid*?

*grins and shrugs and makes with the Scarlett O'Hara* I'll worry about it tomorrow after the neurologist appointment and the post office and the grocery and helping L finish moving the last of her stuff and...

Wait.

Tomorrow's production night.

I'll worry about it Wednesday.

*nods*

Wednesday.

Maybe Thursday.

Lord.

I really need to see when the Grinch cartoon comes on this year. I'll be pissed if I missed it already.

*looks at the clock*

Man, I rambled for 10 minutes already (and got the boy out the door to do a little contract job ($20 an hour is better than $0 an hour), let the dogs in and out and in and out and in, turned off the forgotten alarm clock, answered emails and emailed my day-job boss - what can I say, I multi-task).

I had something deep to think about last night, but damned if I can remember it this morning. That, of course, either means it was truly, inspirationally, mind-blowingly deep, or it means that I was sleepy and it was completely and utterly full of shit. If I was going to wager on it? I'd go for full of shit, but that's just me.

Man, I need to start a pot of coffee and transfer over the day's to do list and grab my kitchen timer. *grins* You mean you don't know about the color-coded daily to do list of doom? I have 6 colors (Torquere - pink, writing - purple, day job - orange, house work - blue, web work - yellow, personal/misc - green) each color gets 15 to 45 minutes each, depending on daily focus and I move through crap with abandon. Sort of.

Usually.

Periodically.

Of course, there is shit on the list that has been there for *months*.

Of course, the 'blog for 15 minutes to clear your head' to do is just done, so I don't have to share which ones those are...