Yes, I persist in recording minutiae to “make each day stand out” as Real Simple
has instructed me.
Awake and functioning before 10 AM. No one knows why.
Unexplainable inspiration strikes.
Dress and load the car with a portion of the aluminum can collection.
ALL BEFORE 11 AM
Make three trips to the Golden Goat, recycling 41.33 pounds.
Celebrate minor glee in reclaiming garage.
It's only 12:30.
Something is clearly wrong with me. I should be back in bed for a nap.
Balanced checkbook, cleaned up piles of receipts.
Prepare deposit for the bank and drive off to take care of it with the ATM.
Revel in empty garage. 41.33 pounds of aluminum cans take up a lot of space.
Only had to visit 3 ATMs to find one that worked AND had deposit envelopes.
Return home. Hear scurrying squirrel in garage.
Apparently my reclamation was short-sighted. The squirrels own my garage.
Finally watched Ella Enchanted, which sucks
(“Say no to ogrecide! Stop the Giant land grab!”)
and has much NOT to do with the book.
Got cold and made chicken-corn chowder to warm up.
Finished (finally) reading Unexpected Development. It only took 2 weeks.
NOTE: I should make more time for reading.
Minor household cleaning of little entertainment.
Now The Big Sleep is on.
“Iíve got a bottle of rye in my pocketÖIíd rather get wet in here.”
Did that line really work at some point?