You Knew ...

[copied from dland]

That I was never going to scrub those tiles.

It's nearly 1:00, and what have I done? I have taken the nap, the first one. I did watch last night's American Idol. If K goes up to her room for awhile, I'll walk away pounds. (But I hate to do my exercise things when anyone else is around.) As for the movie .... a little too heavy for today. We just finished watching When Harry Met Sally.

K stayed home, too. She had gotten email from her professors that two of her three classes were canceled and that was enough for her, no point in trying to get in for the one class, and the one she hates, to boot. So here we are. It is very, very nasty outside. Although the ground is covered, it's not thick, no more than a few inches at most. But the layers of snow are intermixed with layers of ice. Most of what's been falling is sleet and freezing rain. The roads and walks look treacherous. There's nothing to sweep, and no point in digging up the layers to clear off the porch or paths, since it's still falling.

The Hubs did indeed go to work, although they ended up closing his office, so he's the only one there. R went in to work by train, so she's okay.

It's a little after 2:00, and you know what? I did those tiles after all, nyah nyah.

I am glad as anything to be home, but it's turning into a wasted-feeling day. No reason, really. The question is, should I be doing something? Do I have to accomplish a task every damn minute, every damn day? You know, I don't think so. So it's not a wasted day, then, it's just a nice day that I don't have to go to work. Case closed.

And now I've got this crick, or whatever, in my back. (I know, I sound like Granny Clampett.) You know, it just feels like my bones are quite fitting together the way they're supposed to? Okay, TMI. I'm going to flatten myself out on a heating pad for a while. Might as well, right?


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