I Am the Energizer Bunny

I woke up this morning at 3:30 and never got back to sleep. But I stopped even trying around 4:15 and got out of bed, got dressed. I paid some bills, I read my journals and made my book order. I had two bottles of Starbucks Vanilla Frappucino Lite, which I love, and I figured, Hey, it's Lite! But I forgot that they also have caffeine, which I otherwise never have. So.

After I finished the book order, I took every single thing out of my closet, sorted, put stuff aside to donate, and put everything back exactly where it should go. I made a list of a few things I would need at the Container Store to finish the job. I looked at the clock. It was 6:30.

I never stopped all day long, and I never got tired. I was happy as a clam, going here, doing this, doing that. I'm on a mission to stop using paper towels, so I went through all the dishtowels I have and designated some to be rags, and took out some other towels I had bought once but never used and put them aside to use with food. My kitchen is tidy.

It was just a crazy day. I did everything I needed to do, and probably everything I needed to do for the next three weeks. I got new Crocs flip-flops. I returned stuff to Old Navy. I may finally have found the color nail polish I've been looking for for years.

I'm not even tired yet. It was hot today, high eighties, I think, and too hot to go to bed yet, if that makes sense. It's May 1st. I'm not turning the air conditioning on, not yet. I may be old fashioned, but I like to think that there's more than a two week stretch of time between heating season and air conditioning season. I get two low utility bills a year, generally in May and October and I'd like to keep it that way.

Mmmmm. Maybe I'm a bit more tired than I thought. I'm reminding myself of one of my all-time favorite children's stories, "The Wedding Procession of the Rag Doll and the Broom Handle, And Who Was In It" by Carl Sandburg. At the end of the procession came the Sleepyheads, and their eyes were half-closed, or maybe a little more than half, and their heads were slimpsing down ... I used to know the whole story from memory; I had to learn it because whenever I would be called upon to tell a story, that's the one I used, but in more recent years, I switched to "The Journey" from Mouse Tales by Arnold Lobel, because it's shorter and easier to remember, and also sweet. After all these years, I can do Where the Wild Things Are by heart, too.

How did I end up here? Tomorrow at the ILs for the birthday party. On the Garden State Parkway ... again.