I keep being almost productive today, but then not.

I've mostly checked my bank accounts, started gathering tax forms, and ordered a pair of boots via Virgin's Fly Store to earn more status points. I renewed a domain.

I should put on outside pants and go hike in the park.

Pants. Exercise. Okay. Doing the thing.

I am Day of Resting with a vengeance. Eating, reading, napping, going to watch some TV now. Productivity tomorrow.

I am doing laundry. I might put it away.

I did leave the house, as long as walks around the block with the dog count.

I want outside for groceries and to walk the cat. It was a lovely, sunny day, but now I feel kinda wiped.

Today was a really lovely day so I went to the beach with visiting SIL. She went swimming but it seemed chilly to me. When I got home I checked the surf temp and it was 80F!! I apparently have some Florida blood because it just wasn't warm enough.

Really haven't done much of anything other than getting sunburned.

Don't worry, Lee, I am being productive for both of us. Reorg'd and rendered accessible and useful the living room closet, ditto'd the toolbox/maintenance/earthquake emergency supplies cabinet, slowly working on Matilda's bedroom closet, another Goodwill bag in progress, and planning to spend the evening making lemon cookies and working on the living room coffee table and miscellaneous crap pile.

For entertaindistraction, old episodes of New Girl are chugging along in the background (up to the S1 episode in which Martin Starr is brilliantly creepy--he's so amazing, consistently, but it's still always a jolt to see him playing a grown-up instead of Bill Haverchuck; I never have this issue with any of the other former F&G cast members, just him).

And Winston just started warbling "Defying Gravity." I have fallen utterly in character-love with him; he's just such an unabashed, whole-hearted, beautifully written benign weirdo. If I had won the Powerball (if I had bought a ticket), I would totally use my winnings to force every showrunner in Hollywood to borrow whoever on the NG staff is responsible for the majority of his lines and insert him into every show.

Anyhow, enough burbling. Time to take the composting out and throw myself back into the disaster that is the M-room closet.

Going to Target and a couple shoe stores and the bank wiped me out. I'm learning that I can't dash out the door without eating breakfast just because I'm not hungry; I'll crash and burn by 1pm and take the rest of the day to recover. Breakfast is necessary, and a cup of yogurt won't do it, either. I'm better off to have a big breakfast and have the cup of yogurt for lunch.

I went hiking!

earthquake emergency supplies

I don't have an earthquake kit! I probably should do something about that.

I think I'll hit the grocery store for avocado and veggie chorizo so I can make black bean burritos.

I went to a birthday party for a family friend where we sang a bunch of songs she has written, and it was great! I've got to figure out how to get more music into my life.

I don't have an earthquake kit!

To clarify, our supplies consist of a jug of water and a bunch of candles. It's not what any sane person would call a kit, at least not without giggling.