Thursday, July 9, 2009



My eyes are tired.

It's amazing how old I can feel on very little sleep.

The good news is that the Boy seems to be back to normal.

So we'll pack up our heavy duty industrial strength Lysol for another day.

And after fixing dinner, cleaning up from dinner, heading to the library, then my mother-in-law's and my mom's, heading back home, washing a load of towels, and feeding some dogs, perhaps I'll head off to bed.

Assuming my brain doesn't turn to pudding first.