What went wrong today:
We got drop-in company as soon as I cleared the breakfast dishes off the table, and right before I was going to make my morning latte and sit and knit while sipping. (Cripes, I was lucky I wasn't still in my sexy [not] flannel nightie.)
The new brake lines ordered to repair our old Suburban were the wrong ones so husband made an appointment to meet with auto parts store guy in town today to try to figure out what were the right ones to reorder. When he got there, auto parts guy was gone for lunch because he'd been so busy earlier he'd had to work through his normal lunch hour.
I planned on getting several loads of throw rugs washed today. I completely forgot about them out on the deck where they had been shaken.
There is a half finished baby quilt I need to have completely finished by 1 p.m. Thursday. It ain't gonna happen.
We had about ten minutes of gorgeous snow this morning. It stopped. We never got anymore even though we were forecast to get a few inches which we hoped would help cover some of our acres of ice and frozen bare ground.
I made burgers for dinner and mine hit my stomach like an unchewed rock. I may have to resort to drinking some peppermint tea. (I hate peppermint tea, but it always makes my tummy ache go away.)
You can't make it in or out of our driveway without risk of life and limb (and vehicle) because of one uphill or downhill (depending on which direction you're going) section which rivals the bobsled course in Vancouver.
It's a little on the cool side in the house. We're attempting to burn up some punky wood I tried to convince my husband not to waste the time cutting last summer. While burning, it gives off a little less heat than a kleenex. He's now convinced I was right.
I forgot to take butter out of the freezer for the new recipe for Apricot Bars I wanted to bake tonight.
The temperature outside is dropping rapidly and there is a howling wind that I think is trying to tell us something.
A new book I really, really wanted isn't available from the library. I got a notice saying it's "too new" and I should try ordering again in 3-6 months. (I will have lost the urge and forgotten all about it by then.)
I spoiled my absolutely-nothing-between-meals eating regimen by attacking a bag of pretzels this afternoon. (That's probably where my guilt-induced stomach ache has come from.)
As you can see, my life is simply crumbling around me. I think the only sensible thing to do the rest of the evening is to sit in front of the TV (wrapped in a quilt) and zone out on the Olympics.
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