Thanks, Kat. Yeah, that must've been...

And the reason I don't go back to sleep after waking up ridiculously early: I finally got back to sleep, but was so out I slept all through the morning news (though, was there a piece on drones? Because there was a fucked up dream about that!)

Ah well, up and time to go to the store.

flea, that sounds incredibly familiar.

Timelies all!

Quiet day today. Weekly groceries run, but nothing else planned.

Timelies!

I managed to "sleep in" to my normal waking up time, so, extra hour of sleep! That's not bad.

I think today is going to be all about laundry. What with one thing and another there is an awful lot of it to be done, so everything else goes on a backburner. I've already walked the dog, which was nice for both of us, and I might go ahead and feed the birds while I'm thinking about it, but then it's all laundry all day.

Eta: although feeding the birds reminded me that I really should mow the lawn. I need another day in my weekend.

My mother, people.

I am familiar with this feeling.

Burrell, if you are coming in for MLA and would like to get together, let me know.

Got my shopping done. While my furniture covers dry, think I'll wander up the street to an open house. It's in a block built slightly later and in a slightly different style, I think, so should be interesting!

Hello from the Catskills! Friends of my uncle's are on the property cutting up logs for firewood, so there is the siren call of the chainsaw for background music right now. We* actually had snow this morning, which was so very fine and only stuck to the leaves, which in many cases are still on the trees.

* Me and the elderly cat Sylvia who was still alive when I checked an hour or two ago.

I am having a mini-apple pie for lunch. It's got two whole apples in it. That's healthy, right?

I woke up at 4:45 new time, but since I didn't stumble to bed until after 1 new time, I wasn't all that happy.

I woke up from dreaming that I was in patesserie school and that Michael Fassbender was my teacher. And Allen Leech (Branson in Downton) was also a student in the class. The female students were openly hitting on Fassy, but I was all "How you doin'" to Branson. Anyway, I think it's my brain trying to convince me to go to culinary school by trying to convince me it will be filled with hot Irish men.

You're good for two days, on the apple-a-day principle!

I had brunch with an old friend and her small child, and my choice was not the best. I mean, it was fine, but they didn't have what the kid wanted to eat (or course he ate plenty and was fine) and also they have underwear on the walls as decor. Her position is, she does ALL KINDS of things she doesn't necessarily want to for the kids, so they can take a turn once in a while, which I highly appreciate.

I swear to god, realtors in the neighborhood should put me on retainer. At both of the open houses I went to today, I ended up giving prospective buyers the hard sell on the neighborhood. Walkability, what stores are nearby, farmers markets, what is super awesome about these houses, etc.

And one house must've had a cat living in it because I am positively being molested by my big-eyed cats.

Jesse, did you get any (eta: ahrg, Pumpkin) fun reaction from the kid?