Well, it's a Monday.
Mr. Moon did get the heat working. It wasn't a pilot light. We don't know what it was. He hit it with a hammer. It began to work.
My yoga teacher is back and so I will be going to class this morning for the first time in weeks.
My dogs (why is it that every time I go to type "dog" I type "god"? I don't dyslex other words like that) are going to go see Miss Beverly, their groomer woman. This means I have to take them.
And I'm going to town because I haven't seen Owen since Friday and this is not right.
The blender broke when Mr. Moon was trying to make the smoothie at six a.m. I don't think a hammer was involved. I suppose I need to get a new blender. There are smoothie-dregs all over the kitchen.
There is also hunting laundry and assorted laundry all over the laundry room. The Lloyd water system was down last night for awhile and I didn't get to it in a timely manner.
I still can't fit into my jeans. Well, I can but it's not fun.
And such a tiny day of tiny things and I feel completely overwhelmed already although I think Lily and Owen will be going to the library with me and this will be a big thing and I already suggested to Lily that he should get his own library card. I mean, he'll be a month old next Saturday.
I wonder if my medication is working.
And if so- how well?
I hope your Monday is going smoothly. At least I'll get to kiss a baby and you can't beat that.
I will hold that thought in my mind.