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serindeBy the end of yesterday, I was so exhausted I could barely stand up straight. This morning, I was worse, because pooky managed to pick up a cold and was coughing and snorking all night. Sigh. I hope he fights it off, and I hope I don't catch it. This additional dimension of fun we do not need.
But, I was fearsomely productive again. I went to the grocery store, to Whole Foods (for produce and Luna bars), and the liquor store, so all the shopping for Thanksgiving is done--I just have to pick up mushrooms and maybe green beans at the Greenmarket on Wednesday. Vast heaps of laundry were done and put away; I picked up the downstairs, which was an ultimate shambles; made dinner; cleaned the kitchen; and paid bills. You would almost think I was progesterone surging, only it's the completely wrong time of month for that. Very odd.
Today, I have to shop during lunch--that way I can give Andrew's birthday presents (at least) to Betsey for them to take back up to Boston. So even if I don't make it for his party, which seems very likely, his presents will be there. If I can give 'em the Xmas stuff too, so much the better. Not that I didn't like the funny looks I got last year when I toted a huge box to the post office on my little red wagon.
Maybe I'll paint tonight. Certainly this will be the last bastion of tranquility for the next week, and I should capitalize on it.
But, I was fearsomely productive again. I went to the grocery store, to Whole Foods (for produce and Luna bars), and the liquor store, so all the shopping for Thanksgiving is done--I just have to pick up mushrooms and maybe green beans at the Greenmarket on Wednesday. Vast heaps of laundry were done and put away; I picked up the downstairs, which was an ultimate shambles; made dinner; cleaned the kitchen; and paid bills. You would almost think I was progesterone surging, only it's the completely wrong time of month for that. Very odd.
Today, I have to shop during lunch--that way I can give Andrew's birthday presents (at least) to Betsey for them to take back up to Boston. So even if I don't make it for his party, which seems very likely, his presents will be there. If I can give 'em the Xmas stuff too, so much the better. Not that I didn't like the funny looks I got last year when I toted a huge box to the post office on my little red wagon.
Maybe I'll paint tonight. Certainly this will be the last bastion of tranquility for the next week, and I should capitalize on it.
