At the ungodly hour of 5:55 this morning, I rolled out of bed, pulled on some sweats and walked to my polling station. Sans coffee. I know! I was coherent enough to let the lovely election inspections (who could rattle off and spell some seriously long and convoluted Polish names) who I I was and spell out the 12 letters in my entire name. The lady in front of me had 16 in her last name alone! I pulled all my little levers and went home. Woot!
BTW, who is the canidate running on the platform that says the felines get more of the bed than the 2 humans who are 5’3″ and 6′? I mean really. I like snuggling as much as the next gal, but the 2 of us on half of a queen size bed?
I’m hoping the flax seeds in my Stonyfield Farm low fat blueberry yogurt will outweigh the poisen that is a Tim Horton’s Double Double.
Working at Wegman’s is chewing up my hand something fierce. I hope they toughen up. That job is too much fun some days.
The Turkey Trot is coming. 3 more weeks. Guess I might want to think about running again.
I am working on lined mitts for Mom, there was thumb drama, but the answer came to me when I was lying in bed.
Sleep deprivation and time chenges. Blech! Although my bathroom is super clean!