So far this morning, I have taken Charlie for his usual walk around the block, gone to breakfast and TJs, taken Charlie to the park for a slightly longer walk, even though he still hates it, spent too much money at the pet store, and bought some flower seeds.

I have work work to do, and way more cleaning than I will actually do, but first I believe I will slounge

So far, I've removed myself from bed, started a loaf of bread for the week (I haven't managed to get around to soaking a bunch of beans yet), and consumed some coffee.

I'm still not in outside clothes.

I want to go back to bed.

I turned on my laptop to order groceries for the week, but instead I'm browsing Zappos and reading articles about how much revenue NYC lost by suspending alternate-side parking for all of February due to snow. (Answer: almost $8 million!! The city normally collects $270,000 daily on ASP tickets.)

I got some clean laundry put away. I might have enough clothes to get through the week without actually doing laundry today, make that future -t's problem...

Jessica, that's a ridiculous amount of money. CRAZY.

In Lower Michigan, every lake (and there are LOTS of them) is surrounded by cabins, so finding one that isn't in view of other cabins is highly unlikely. And many were only intended for summer use so lack a fireplace (besides, that's how raccoons get in) although some have wood burning stoves. I would expect Wisconsin is similar. Anything more remote and winterized was probably built to be a hunting lodge

This is definitely true where my brother and SIL live (pentwater). All of the summer cabins there are in sight of other places and they are all summer cabins. Or nicer. I love going to visit there.

I just made roasted cauliflower and leek soup with miso broth. It's delicious. But Noah declared it the worst soup he's ever had. Grace liked it well enough. I know that I will stop eating in about an hour or two, but right now, I'm starving.

Yesterday my big accomplishment was finally getting the gate put up to completely enclose my front porch. It's latticed all around now, about five feet high, and looks great, and already two cats have tried and failed to get out of the now-fenced porch. If they spent much time out there, they might learn that they could jump that fence, but they aren't gonna spend time out there. That fence is just to corral them when they slip out past my legs when the door is open. No more chasing escaped cats! No more worrying they're going to get hurt or die if I can't catch them.

Today's accomplishments have been less impressive. Laundry done, dishes washed, plane ticket bought for the upcoming business trip, a couple of fret-inducing decisions made. An excursion on the treadmill is soon to come. I have to ride on a small narrow-seated place in three weeks, and I'd dearly love to drop a dress size by then. Stupid tiny planes. I hate everything about flying except the actual flying.

Hey! It's Aldis Hodge!

That sounds delicious, Kat. I should make a plan to see you and return your coat, btw. Right now work + life is kicking my ass, or at least it feels that way. When did I become such a delicate flower? I used to be better at toughing out the rough spots.

FUCK DST. It is not 12:42pm, it is 11:42am, and my body refuses to believe otherwise.