boredom. If I have the ability to be bored, I am spoiled.
coffee. I've had 3 cups so far. I may be bored but at least I'm not sleepy.
lists. I have a list of things to do today. At least I know what to avoid.
one less day till our return to paradise.
Monday Minute 5 questions. It opened a dialog between the Pixie and I. That was a wonderful gift and when she answered the bonus question my heart sang. Thank you Ian. I owe you one.
checking things off one list while working on another. I present my "things to do list" for today.
PS: I'm still bored though I now lack the energy to sing and dance about it
church with the other mother tonight.
clean hamsters. Even if they are now a wet pile of fluff nesting on my couch.
my church. Because of them I feel safe and confident enough to go to church with my other mother. In the past I'd have been to fearful of my own behavior. *Whispers* thank you Pastor Ken
lunch. All that dust bunny carnage made me hungry. Mmmmm peanut butter on wheat bread w/ a small side order of chips. OK, large...
a loopy Pixie. It made a sick Pixie happy. When I moved the couch (with her in it) to raid the dust bunny compound, she went "Weeeeeeee" so I know she is loopy on Sudafed. Remembering how fun that was, I pushed her around the living room. she now thinks I rock.
being less bored. Odd that a day of being productive and playing with a loopy Pixie can cure boredom eh?
dust bunny carnage. I did it. I killed them. With malice and for site. Gleefully. And you know what? I'm not sorry either.