So I left work early, at 4. Took the geriatric dog out to pee (he did NOT want to go out. Had to employ a towel under his belly to walk him out) and headed to the pool. Closed for the night. Since I needed, NEEDED to swim, drove up to the Towson one. By now it is 5:30, so can only do a mile and a half n order to get home on time for MK's shot. Since I'm up there, do a quick run in to TJs which looks like a bomb has hit, and they are out of everything I went in for. So came home empty handed. Shovelled food into my face, started a load of laundry, and proceeded to strip paint. Now I need to put the laundry in the dryer and head over to feed the dog. THEN I come back and apply some more stripper and hang up my laundry.

I don't want to do any of it, but I need to do all of it.

I am out of synch with trash pick up. They do trash twice a week, but recycling only once. I need recycling twice and trash only once.

I really need to get grass clippings so I can get my composter going.

The mouse is ... gone. RIP.

I ran to Target and then had a soft ice cream cone for dinner, and I'm exhausted. I don't know how you do it, sara.

I was totally surprised at the people who thought I would change my name when I got married. My SISTER thought I would. I thought about it for like 3 seconds.(His bro's name is Aaron. Too confusing, aside from the fact that I LIKE my name)

But no. And our last names would just be awful sounding, hyphenated: Griggs-Jacobson? Ugh.

Yeah, sara makes me feel tired tonight. I'd actually like to be doing something productive, like unpack the last bookcase of books, but mac insists I stay in this room while he watches a movie on my computer. So I am watching baseball and folding sheets.

I DON'T WANT to have this much to do. It's just a matter of if I don't get this stuff done tonight, the weekend will be even more hellish.

Man, this dog is so physically pathetic. His hips are so bad when he first gets up that you support him with a towel slung under him. And he pretty much sleeps all day, or just lies around, observing. But when he's awake, he's got such a twinkle in his eye. When he saw me reaching for the treat bag, I swear he did that whole cute puppy face and headcock. He won't get up for it, mind you, but this is one mentally happy dog, given his limited ability to move. He pooped on the floor (they've got it covered in tarps with old throw sheets and carpet on top, so not a big deal,) but he would not look at me until I'd cleaned up the evidence, doing the whole shameface thing. Poor guy.

I'm fairly indifferent to dogs, but he really is a sweetheart. He must've been quite a charmer in his youth.

Huh, aside from historical things, I am not sure I'd think any business was still around in 25 years.

I nearly fell over recently when...who was it, P-C or DavidS?...said that the Pizza Joynt of my yout, in Hayward was still there.

Apparently, it is now closed, but it held on for nearly 50 years. Man, I loved that place. AND, it seems that a boy I had a mad, mad crush on in high school (before I could distinguish between the 'teams') played there for a while. Huh.

Did I mention that once I finish this banister project, my next step will be sanding the stairs and putting a new coat of sealant on them? Because the finish is so bad that the painters tape, which doesn't want to stick to hardly anything not my gloves pulls off the finish.

facepalm

It's not totally redoing them, just fixing where the nonstickytape pulled it off.

Sara, it's not like I don't have stuff to do. In this room alone:

Wash dishes, put away dishes, hang towel rod, hang clock, clean off counter, breakdown boxes.

I would really like to be in bed by 10 tonight.

aside from the fact that I LIKE my name

I never really liked mine, but felt no need to change it entirely, thus the hyphen. K= my dad's name, T= dexh's name, K-T= MY name!

sarameg, your industry humbles me.