4:25 p.m. House an indescribably mess. . .pies needing to bake-2. . .other desserts I WANT to make–1. . .gallons of tea to brew–4. Tony is splitting wood in the back yard with the kids runnig around him in circles. . .I keep picking up bits and pieces of junk at random intervals. I’ve not made such headway yet that I can tell it. You know how when your house is REALLY messy. . .and you clean it up. . .then you leave the room and come back later and are surprised that it is so straight? Yeah–that hasn’t happened yet.
I do not want tomorrow to be Thanksgiving. Not that I don’t want to give thanks/be thankful/spend ALL DAY WITH MY IN-LAWS. . .but that means it’s Thursday, and as everyone knows, Thursday runs seamlessly into Friday which means the weekend will be here before I know it which leads us to another Sunday night (which I do not like).
I’m supposin’ it would help if I stopped blogging every three or four hours. Yes? No? Yes.