If I pick up and put away all the laundry, and if I sweep the house and de-fur the couch and bedroom chair, then I get to come back to the computer and hit the button at the top of Bloglines (where it shows how many feeds you have) and read all 1194 unread posts by you all. Yes, I will skim, and no, I probably won’t leave comments (what else is new? I can barely catch up with email right now). But at least I’ll feel more connected to my gang….
Tonight, Halloween party at the sister’s house. Dude. I don’t like dressing up. Okay, not true. I like dressing up for real, not for Halloween. I know this is wrong, and bad, but Halloween just doesn’t do it for me. Whereas sister Bethany, she lives for it. So I at least have to make some sort of effort. Or I should. Hey! I think I’ll go as a knitter. Ha! They’ll never recognize me!
Cleaning now. Loud music required….
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