A nap sounds lovely. I over-stuffed us on scrambled eggs, potatoes, bacon...lots of carbs and fat, and oh so nap-inducing. Unfortunately, the babies are a little too lively for me to sneak away. Dammit.

Ooh, overstock.com. I should not go browse there right now.

(I was over at a friend's new apartment last night, and he'd just installed 6.1 surround sound, and now I have envy. But I also have an astronomical Visa bill which I should probably get under control first.)

Yesterday it was almost 70 and beautiful outside. Today we have four inches of snow.

Ah, springtime east of the Rockies.

I got a little lost wandering around aimlessly at Overstock.com.

I won't go there. I'd end up like that kid in the Twilight Zone episode that gets sucked into another dimension under his bed. You'd never find me again.

What for you needing nap, woman? I went to bed at 3, got up at 10 and I'm here!

That's because you're young and springy, Sail. Wait until you reach my age, or, god forbid, Nicole's age. THEN you'll be wanting your naps.

or, god forbid, Nicole's age.

HEY!!

No. That's fair. I feel old today. When I met up with my Aunt this morning for WW, the first thing she said to me was, "You look like hell." Ah, family.

I went to bed at 3, got up at 10 and I'm here!

I went to bed about 1, fell asleep sometime after 2, briefly considered demolishing my alarm clock at 6:30, showered, drove in nasty weather, shivered A LOT, found out that (according to my Aunt) I look as bad as I feel, stood on a scale, found out that a diet of ice cream and fruit does not equal weight loss (who knew?), drove again in nasty weather and then shopped on overstock.

I've earned a nap, dammit!

Good lord, if anyone's earned a nap you have.

That's because you're young and springy, Sail.

Wait! Who changed the suspension on my body? Oh, maybe they did. I knew I felt awful bouncy for the end of winter when I went on my walk yesterday. But, just for the record, I'm 47. I think I've got a few years on both teh Deena and Nicole.

I'm looking at you, Nicole.

Get some sleep, damnit!

I love Bitch validation. LOVE IT!

Off to my warm bed.

whoosh

trips over clutter

I'm suddenly reminded of Jonathan Winters on Mork and Mindy. What a horrible thing to be reminded of.

The universe mocked me yesterday.

Saturday, I drove up to Minneapolis for a Diabetes seminar [link] and on my way back home, stopped at a grocery store.

I have had a small leak in my radiator. I've been topping off my antifreeze levels occasionally until I get it repaired or the Bars Leaks I put in the radiator halts the leak. I decide to check the level in the reservoir. But when I open the hood, the radiator is cool to the touch. Fearing that I ran out of antifreeze, I try the cap. Now, this isn't usually a problem as under pressure, it can't be turned. I was thinking it wasn't going to turn, so I tried.

It turned.

Whoosh! plume of lukewarm antifreeze all up and down my right side, soaking my face, hair, nice shirt, nice pants, nice boots, and every surface for about 6 feet.

You know how antifreeze is mostly glucose and alcohol?

Here I was, standing like an idiot in a parking lot at 20 F, holding a radiator cap. Cold antifreeze dripped off me as I reflected on my coming from a Diabetes seminar and getting coated with glucose.

I calmly took the 50/50 pre-mix from my trunk, and poured two gallons into the radiator and the reservoir. Then I walked into the grocery store to clean up a bit in their bathroom.

For some reason I did not get upset, I simply reflected on the irony of the situation.