A different kind of list
I've got a list of things I want to get done today, but have I done any of it yet? Not really. It's not even a very long list, actually.
I'm actually doing laundry and I did frog the socks that I'm working on as a belated present, as well as writing this post, so that actually means that almost 25% of the list will be dealt with as soon as I fold and put away the laundry. I suppose that's something. There are a couple of other things on the list that'll get done before I head to bed. The big items on the list are to finish writing and mailing my holiday cards. Those of you who are in the US haven't gotten cards from me yet because they're still sitting on the dining room table, waiting to be written. I figure since they're STILL playing holiday music in the CBD of Silver Spring that I'm not late yet. Either that or I'm extending the holiday season for y'all.
I got some snarky New Years cards to send out as well to a few people, but I don't know that I really want to now. They say something to the effect of it'll no doubt be a sucky year, albeit a bit less because of your presence. When I ordered the cards in November that was how I felt, but that's not the way I feel now. I've been spending time over the past month or so with a Mysterious Butch and she seems to have changed my outlook about how sucky the year is going to be. She and I have been having fun getting to know each other, and I've got to say it's nice having an appreciative person to cook for again. My eclectic menus seem to amuse her sometimes. She's decided I have an educated palate - which I translate as I work with a bunch of foodies and some of it has rubbed off.
OK, I've managed to get all but one load washed and dried and that one is in the dryer now. That means I need to go write cards now or put up the clean laundry that is now sitting on my bed...
I'm actually doing laundry and I did frog the socks that I'm working on as a belated present, as well as writing this post, so that actually means that almost 25% of the list will be dealt with as soon as I fold and put away the laundry. I suppose that's something. There are a couple of other things on the list that'll get done before I head to bed. The big items on the list are to finish writing and mailing my holiday cards. Those of you who are in the US haven't gotten cards from me yet because they're still sitting on the dining room table, waiting to be written. I figure since they're STILL playing holiday music in the CBD of Silver Spring that I'm not late yet. Either that or I'm extending the holiday season for y'all.
I got some snarky New Years cards to send out as well to a few people, but I don't know that I really want to now. They say something to the effect of it'll no doubt be a sucky year, albeit a bit less because of your presence. When I ordered the cards in November that was how I felt, but that's not the way I feel now. I've been spending time over the past month or so with a Mysterious Butch and she seems to have changed my outlook about how sucky the year is going to be. She and I have been having fun getting to know each other, and I've got to say it's nice having an appreciative person to cook for again. My eclectic menus seem to amuse her sometimes. She's decided I have an educated palate - which I translate as I work with a bunch of foodies and some of it has rubbed off.
OK, I've managed to get all but one load washed and dried and that one is in the dryer now. That means I need to go write cards now or put up the clean laundry that is now sitting on my bed...