Today is the first day I've slept in in weeks. I've been in NC for almost a month now (hard to believe), and I've gotten in the habit of waking up around 5:30 or 6:00 every morning. Those of you who have been reading for more than five minutes know that I'm NOT a morning person. However, my earliness in rising is generally attributable to going to the hospital to visit (long story, go ruffle through the archives for a cryptic half-explanation or just let it be) or because B. is leaving that morning and I always wake up when he's getting ready. Or cramps. Cramps woke me up early last week.
It was nice sleeping in today, but kinda disconcerting as well, since I usually have MUCH more done by this time of the day (some writing, 35 mins of cardio, breakfast), and I feel sort of like a lazy ass at the moment. There's a slew of hairy, sweaty men building a storage building in the back yard, I'm staring at the messy house, and I'm hungry but it's too early for lunch, too late for breakfast. But, the best news o'the day is that I'm wearing--quite comfortably--a pair of jeans one size smaller than usual, and they're practically falling off me. All the lean meat and green veggies are paying off.
My first freelance deadline passed without incident, and I should be receiving a fat paycheck sooner than later (thank you, Shesus!). So, now it's time to start on the next gaggle of articles and ready myself for an even fatter paycheck next month! This working for a living thing is genius. If only I knew who came up with it.
There's a mouse in our kitchen. A loud mouse, at that. I was cleaning up the kitchen, readying myself for bed last week and I saw the little bugger scamper across the STOVE and leap behind the toaster oven. What kind of ballsy fuckin' mouse scampers across the stove? Really. So, today it's glue traps and startled squeels from me because if the little bastard gets stuck while I'm home and B. isn't, it's gonna be ugly.
We had a mouse a couple of years ago that was caught in quite the fortuitous manner. I'd left a bag of guacamole-flavored Doritos out on the table and I heard the bag moving on its own. B. was on the phone with tech support (where he'd been for hours) in the other room and I was forced to barricade the mouse in the chip bag with a prayer and something heavy. When B. got off the phone he dumped the chip bag and all out in the field across the street and that was that. Why can't catching a mouse always be that easy and humane? The mouse had a nice meal, he wasn't injured, and I was only deprived of a few thousand calories.
Incidentally, I haven't eaten guacamole Doritos since then.