Once a day, don’t you wanna throw the towel in?


So, that line from “It’s the Hard-Knock Life” seemed appropriate for today. Sometimes, keeping it going is devilishly hard. Especially on the weekends. But I will try to get something done today. As I said, I’m gonna start downshifting on the weekends — probably to an hour and a half a day instead of three, but I don’t want to completely skip them if I am in town. Far too much damage on that course.

At the moment, I need a nap…

 

UPDATE ONE: The nap was lovely. But longer than I expected. But, I did get a little done today. For one thing, as I think I mentioned a couple of days ago, tomorrow is bulk collection. So we took a pile of things to the street:

This is actually after a guy had already come by and scooped up the broken office chair and trashed window screen. A bit later I looked out and all that was left were the futons. Hey, I don’t care who takes it away, as long as it goes!

Also did some dishes while I was watching the first half of the Superbowl. Not a terribly exciting game, but that was a nice drive to end the half. What is with the Dorito commercial with the dog though? Yikes!

Going back down to watch Madonna now. See y’all tomorrow.

 

About RieSheridanRose

Rie Sheridan Rose multitasks. A lot. Her short stories appear in numerous anthologies, including Nightmare Stalkers and Dream Walkers Vols. 1 and 2,  and Killing It Softly. She has authored eight novels, six poetry chapbooks, and lyrics for dozens of songs. She tweets as @RieSheridanRose.
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