Matters of the Morning

Normally, I am an early riser in the mornings. A morning person through and through. When the birds start singing at 4:00 AM, I smile. Sure, I go back to sleep, but I do smile. Then I usually wake up around 7ish to start the day at full throttle. It is not uncommon for me to have laundry done, bathroom cleaned and dishes washed all before 8:00 AM. Sometimes I even manage to get in a hike or a roller blade fairly early as well. All of this accomplished sans coffee by the way.

Lately, though, getting out of bed has been a challenge. The past few days, I have stayed in bed until 8:30 or longer, and one day I was awakened by the phone at 9:20! I hate those days and feel like I have wasted a good portion of the day before it has even begun. Its been so hard to roll myself out of my comfy bed and I don't know how in the world I am going to drag my fat butt out of bed tomorrow at 5:42 for work. It will be a challenge. Going to bed early does not seem to help matters of the morning. At least now I have some milk in the house, which means I get to eat cereal tomorrow morning, which means that will be my motivation to slowly rise from my slumber.

Once I am out of my bed, its easy. The thought of emerging from the depths of my cat covered blankies is painful and energy sucking. But where there is cereal, I can, and will, prevail. Tomorrow morning, here I come!

Sad State of Food

This is my fridge after working several double shifts in a row:



The truth of the matter is that my fridge looked like the even before working all those doubles. Actually, the milk is newly purchased so that wasn't even in there until I finally had a day off to run to the corner store to pick it up.

The beer and the Sierra Mist are not even mine. They belong to 2 different friends who thought I might be thirsty. Since I drink neither beer nor soda, there they sit. I figure I better have something in the fridge to keep cool or it may think it doesn't have to work anymore and conk out on me.

My goal is to get to the grocery store before returning to work at the end of the week. I hear cherries have made their entrance into our grocery stores so that may just motivate me. I hate grocery shopping more than anything else in the world.

Photos in a Box

Quick! Write another post! I don't want that horrid picture of me to be the first thing somebody sees when they happen upon my blog. It will be seen; I knew that when I posted it. No real regrets....yet. Instead it prompted me to go through more old photos which are all very discombobulated in a rubber maid box. No order to them whatsoever.
Somewhere I heard that photos actually keep longer when stored in such a fashion unless you have super duper acid free photo albums. Some pictures are bent and torn, but Most are perfectly good. Ironically most of the photos in albums are of my cats! God Forbid I try to keep the ancient black and white photos in mint condition. I attempted to organize them at one point, but got so overwhelmed with them all, that I tossed all my pretty little piles haphazardly back in the box again. One of these days....