An oldie but a goodie, as far as naked men go: [link] [link]

I just bought compact fluorescent bulbs.

Whoot! Jesse's saving the planet!

I know what you mean about the actual getting the bulb into the fixtures thing. The good news is, once you put your cfls in you can happily not have that problem again for a long, long time.

I need a new vacuum, too. But I waffle. Really, can't I just wait until some Kirby salesmen come by again and clean my whole house, including furniture? I think that's the best housecleaning strategy.

I am Zenkitty when it comes to caffeine. And sugar. I had caffeine completely kicked. But then relatives gave me Kona coffee. And I found a great source for imported Irish teas. And this town has, like, eight coffeeshops, not counting the Starbuckses. It's just not fair.

But she's right, that's probably totally why I've been feeling so sluggish lately.

Anyway, posting got me off my arse, so I headed over to the supermarket. The nice thing about the small town bus line is that it's small. The bad thing is that it's small. I got hung up at the deli counter, so I just missed getting the groceries done in a half hour. Which meant I had to wait for another hour.

So I went to the bookstore and bought an Elie Wiesel book. Then I bought a cup of coffee and a blackberry scone. Turned out it was a white chocolate & blackberry scone, which I'm pretty sure tips the balance from lunch to dessert. But it was nice. I sat outside and looked at the ponderosa pine trees and read my book and drank my coffee.

That was excellent naked man. Thanks!

I really need to hit two grocery stores today and I am just unmotivated.

If that doesn't work, lobotomy.

Note to brain: don't whine at the Empress.

I did a lot of work in the garden today. DH had stuff to do tonight so he dropped me off at a friend's house so I could water her garden. the less than a mile walk home felt good - except for my whining hamstrings. and then I sat. and my shoulders are whining now. I need dinner. I am very motivated to eat it. I just have no motivation to cook it. And less to go out for it.

I crushed twenty cloves of garlic and chopped four containers of strawberries. My fingers are sore.

My apartment is cleaner than it has been in quite a while (possibly ever). Well, the living room and the kitchen. The bed, bath, and office, nsm. I should be still cleaning. And yet...

I crushed twenty cloves of garlic and chopped four containers of strawberries.

Wow. That's an interesting meal.

Now I cooked, washed the dishes, and put in more laundry. I think if I finish off the floppy discs tonight I can call it a win.

I am cold and headachey. I've put on a sweater and closed all the windows and turned up the heat, but I'm not feeling much warmer.

Add my home networking confusion to all that, and I really should be doing something mindless that involves a lot of blankets.

But I really want there to be pie, and I have a ton of apples and butter and flour (and lard--what in hell was I thinking? I was supposed to buy Crisco).

It seems like you've done plenty for now, Debet. I mean, if you clean more now, it might put you off cleaning forever.

Unless you were looking for encouragement?