You ever have one of those days when you say, “Gee, it seems I’m all caught up on my work, the day is ready to roll out before me and I have extra time. Where did it come from?” and then you realize it’s because you forgot to tend your blog?
I did, yesterday. It was accompanied by the pleasant realization that I had some extra money in my checking account and all my bills were paid, so how the hell did that happen, and then I realized I’d forgotten to make my car payment, which was due 10 days ago. Oops. I made November’s payment while I was at it. Just to smooth everything over with the Volkswagen people.
Better get back to the blogging routine. My life seems to fall apart without it.
I was telling someone night before last that I was glad Halloween was over. “Yes,” she replied. “Those pumpkins were really starting to look weird next to the Christmas decorations.”
Don’t laugh. Our “Christmas music” radio station here kicked off its all-carols-all-the-time at midnight Nov. 1.
But really, Halloween exhausts me. (Everything exhausts me, lately.) I blame the candy — one sugar buzz after another, followed by a crash. Maybe if I went dye-free and dairy-free, it would be better, but maybe not. Anyway, we now have more candy in the house than we did before, and such quality! Giant Hershey bars, full-size Snickers, licorice whips as long as my arm. I told Kate it can’t go to her room, ostensibly so the dog won’t discover it but really so I don’t have to drag my candy butt up a flight of steps to plunder it. Mommies are alone in the kitchen most of the time, and this is our reward.
Think I’ll go snag some Starburst. I promise to brush my teeth vigorously and thoroughly afterward.
OK, so. One reason I’ve been reluctant to drag myself to the keyboard is, it seems there’s only one topic to write about — the election — and there’s only one thing to say about it, which is: Can you believe this shit?
As for me, I think I’d rather live in the Twilight Zone. Much better nightlife, eh Beav?