My sister and her dog Daisy just left here a little while ago. My brother-in-law and his folks left yesterday morning after breakfast (which was had at Perkins, down the street from the hotel where they stayed). Mom, Ditter, and I went to a little yarn and quilting shop the next town over, ostensibly because Mom needed a particularly large size of double-pointed needle, but mainly to drool over, maul, and eventually buy yummy, fancy-schmancy yarn. Mom and Dad and Pip left when we got back from that little trip.
Ditter and I hung out on the couch, she knitting, me petting the dog and/or the cat (whoever demanded attention at the time), watching movies (In Her Shoes, The Family Stone, 27 Dresses), and eventually ordering a pizza. Yes. All this food in the house, and we ordered in. What? She offered. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had pizza. Did you know that the big chains have online ordering? All you need is a computer and a credit card and bam! Pizza. This is probably news to no one but me.
I only made it partway through 27 Dresses before I succumbed to a wave of tired, tired, tired and went to bed. It was maybe 9 o'clock. Lame-o. I spent most of yesterday in a dazed stupor, like someone had whacked me over the head. Come to think of it, that may be why I leaped at the offer of a pizza. I'm pretty sure if I'd tried to cook I would have set the house on fire.
Today? Feeling much better. That determination to keep the house clean(ish) is still with me. Let's see if it lasts. Time to start acting like a damn grown-up. Right? Right. First order of business: dishes. Dishwasher needs unloading and reloading.
I'm having trouble believing it's only Saturday. It feels like Sunday. And I have Monday off, which is the day I plan to start my Christmas shopping.
Well, anyway. Time to go clean up.