This morning I have fed and watered the cats, changed their litterboxes, gone to the farmer's market, cleaned my bathroom floor, scrubbed the toilet and bathroom lavatory, scrubbed the rangetop, scrubbed the kitchen countertop, swept in the entry hall, kitchen, and living room/office area, thrown away loose newspapers, straightened up my coffee table, washed the covers of a couple pots and pans, and cleaned my desk. I think that's enough productivity for one day, particularly since most of it's driven by a showing of the building to a prospective buyer who might jack my rent up upon buying.

Timelies all!

Now I feel like such a slacker. Haven't done much aside from meals today. Gary just left to take care of some errands, and Mr. S has been put in his crib for a nap. (he's howling right now. Let's see if/when he actually goes to sleep.)

I am dissatisfied with my life for absolutely no reason and wish to run away with the circus. Or a Buffista castle compound.

I am for this plan. Dibs on wearing the sequined top hat.

Today it is back to the paint mines for me. I'm really hoping to get enough done that I can have the kitchen back, and, like, eat food off of plates that I can then wash and not have to unplug the microwave to be able to plug in the toaster.

I am dissatisfied with my life for absolutely no reason and wish to run away with the circus. Or a Buffista castle compound.

I am sitting on this bench next to you.

Sophia - do you know how to drive. I know you don't have a car, but if you got one do you know how to drive? Also could you cover insurance and gas?

(The greens are from my garden, so I feel morally obliged to eat them.)

All of my veg are from the CSA, which even the little quarter-share I got is a little much! I keep eating other things.

After my errands this morning I went to this newish place called a "Vintage Mall". I assumed it'd be like the Antique Malls with lots of different booths from vendors with vintage stuff. Well nsm, yes it was lots of booths, but I'd say less than half the stuff in the whole place was old. Zero vintage clothes. Most of the furniture that was old had been painted and then faux distressed. I was like walking through a giant live meme of stuff white people like. So not my taste, I was so disappointed.

Weather is about to go to shit, so leaving for the airport a tad early...

I know how to drive, although I am a really nervous driver in snow. I am generally happy not driving although I occasionally rent a car. The parking is also expensive and miserable at my job, so I would still probably want to take the bus there- since the parking I can get is off site and they bus us!!! I have been thinking about getting a sort of weekend car, but I am not sure I can afford it without giving other things I like up.