*yawns*

Man, I'm not sure this getting up 1/2 an hour earlier thing to read for 15 minutes and journal for 15 minutes thing is worth a hill of beans...

Well, I went to the doc yesterday and got my official annual 'gee, you still have the most painful medical condition known to man' note. I also am seeing an upswing in the MS symptoms, so off to the happy land of brain MRI I go.

I know it's the stress, but doctors do love to shove fat chicks in the little tube and bang with them magnetic resonance...

I managed to get things done yesterday - go me. I found us an accountant, call about a zillion people, organized marketing and anthology and and and...

Tell me why the to do list isn't empty. Hmm?

I need to have the child drive us around a little. She needs to practice. She's surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly) good at driving. For all that everyone teases me, I have had no accidents (knock wood) and only one ticket in twenty years of vehicular toodling.

Started working on a novel yesterday, we'll see how/if it holds my attention for more than 30 seconds. Given that this morning I can't remember the characters? I'm experiencing doubt.

Ah, here we are at the 10 minute stretch...

I'm still unsure about Christmas - from tree to cookies to plans. I'm still unsure about a lot of things, of course, and god knows that has never stopped me from gaily galumphing forward.

I know I can't consider Christmas until my house is more in order.

*sigh*

Ah, the great huge waffling bird lady.

I think I'm going to get a puppy for Christmas. A has a dog. Mr. Bird has a dog. I need a dog that loves me best.

*nods*

Lorna needs a dog worse than I do.

But I want a little dog that likes to go in the car and take walks.

*whispers* Or maybe a great dane that likes to go in the car and take walks, which it utterly impractical, but I want one...

*loves her dogs (one of whom is currently staring at my apple pie (breakfast of champions, hush Velma, I've fallen off the wagon and can't seem to climb back on))*