Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Tuesday morning

For some reason my son thinks that going to bed really late and getting up super early is the thing to do. Darn little insomniac. Yesterday it wasn't an issue. I got several thousand words written throughout the day, installed a new toilet, baked cookies, made shrimp scampi, and even got a little bit of reading in (The Graveyard Book for those of you interested what decision I made on Friday) before he finally went back to bed.

Today will not be nearly as productive. I have stuff to do around the house. Little projects I would like to finish here and there. There are groceries to be gotten and more foodstuffs to prepare for consumption. From the sound of the dog and his paws it would appear that he will be getting a bath today as well.

At least I feel like I am not wasting my days at this point. That counts for something, doesn't it? I believe that the winter blahs are over, at least for me.


Katey said...

I'm glad you're emerging from the winter blahs-- I'm starting to feel the same, as spring has finally dropped on Virginia.

And DC feels like a swamp again. All is as it should be :/

Graveyard Book! Weee!

Fox Lee said...

I have the reverse of the winter blahs: All the sunshine and bright colors of spring make me want to crawl into a hole.

In other news, a man who can cook shrimp scampi is worth his weight in DJ Ozma CDs.

Danielle Birch said...

Mmmmmm....shrimp scampi. It doesn't sound like you're wasting your days at all. In fact, you're making me feel a little lazy.

Cate Gardner said...

Busy, busy, busy. My Tuesday was spent staring at a computer screen with no work to do and my flash storage thingy wouldn't work in the work computer (I was using someone else's desk yesterday). Sooo bored.

Jamie Eyberg said...

Katey, my tulips are coming up despite the massive pile of snow next to them.

Nat, I can see how that can happen. I don't like to squint. ;)

Danielle, I am sure I made up for it yesterday with my prolific non-productivity.

Cate, uncooperative computers are the most frustrating things in the world. :(