What's up with squirrels?
I've been kind of squirrelly today. I was so busy yesterday, but I had a hard time sleeping, so that made me flaky in terms of being able to focus on much of anything. I'd start to do something, then say to myself, no, it's not happening today, try to move on to something else, then go back to the first thing. And then quit that shortly after starting it again.
Finally, around 4 PM, I figured I'd just watch TV, except pretty much nothing was on that could provide me with mindless entertainment. I scrolled through the guide twice before finally settling on Up, which was just starting. I actively watched the first ten minutes or so, the part with Ellie, even though I know it makes me cry. After that, not so much, but it was what I needed to not do. I didn't watch far enough to see Dug, but I have a couple coworkers who will make me go "Squirrel!" in my head like he does, without the "Hi there!" part.
At dinner a little later, I was sitting at the table when mom walked past the front door and commented about the squirrel in the yard. She wondered if it was the same squirrel every time. I said, yes; his name is Steve. He's the only squirrel in the neighborhood. Mom took a page from her mother and walked over to me, saying, I'm gonna slap you! Well, I mean, really. How could you think there's just the one squirrel ever in the yard? Look outside every so often and watch the critters. They like to chase each other on the top of the fence.
Anyway, this is what passed for excitement today. I'm okay with that.
Finally, around 4 PM, I figured I'd just watch TV, except pretty much nothing was on that could provide me with mindless entertainment. I scrolled through the guide twice before finally settling on Up, which was just starting. I actively watched the first ten minutes or so, the part with Ellie, even though I know it makes me cry. After that, not so much, but it was what I needed to not do. I didn't watch far enough to see Dug, but I have a couple coworkers who will make me go "Squirrel!" in my head like he does, without the "Hi there!" part.
At dinner a little later, I was sitting at the table when mom walked past the front door and commented about the squirrel in the yard. She wondered if it was the same squirrel every time. I said, yes; his name is Steve. He's the only squirrel in the neighborhood. Mom took a page from her mother and walked over to me, saying, I'm gonna slap you! Well, I mean, really. How could you think there's just the one squirrel ever in the yard? Look outside every so often and watch the critters. They like to chase each other on the top of the fence.
Anyway, this is what passed for excitement today. I'm okay with that.