Leftovers

I'm not talking about the food. I'm talking about the crumbs of writing that I have left over from the rest of the day. I was, for some reason, exhausted all day long. Perhaps it was the weekend of sleep that I so enjoyed, and my body was longing for more of the same. Whatever it was, I had a difficult time focusing, felt weary most of the time physically, and eventually took about a three hour nap. All of this was crummy, but most crummy is the fact that now I am not tired at all, and it's 11:25 in the evening, and I have to work tomorrow. At least it's not at 6:30 in the morning, but still.

Oh, and the dogs had to go to the vet today for their shots. It ended up being less expensive than I thought it was going to be, so my check won't bounce even if I don't transfer money. Bonus. I also stopped by the post office and picked up some nifty packaging for something I'm sending my friend Danny. I'll let you know about it after he gets it, in case he's reading this. It'll be more fun if I don't ruin the surprise.

I'm slowly getting things around this house organized. I'm going through boxes of stuff, putting things in their places, debating what I really need to keep and what I can part with. I used to hoard things. As a child, I had collections of everything. And I don't mean coins and stamps. I mean coins, stamps, rocks, paper clips, foil from Easter candy, stickers, more stickers, Indian beads, seashells, broken seashells, buttons, stuffed animals, marbles... the list could continue if I would let it, but I'm sort of embarrassing myself right now so I'll stop. Suffice to say, there are two things that could have come of the 'collections': one, I would continue to collect and as I got older I'd have to keep buying bigger houses, or two, I would someday grow up and be less hoardy and materialistic and keep a nice balance of important vs. unimportant stuff in my home. The problem is, I married someone who also likes stuff. Video tapes, vinyl records, every piece of Sinatra memorabilia imaginable, old TV guides, cassette tapes, books neither of us will ever, ever read... Remember George Carlin and his [crap]/stuff rant? "Ever notice how everyone else's stuff is [crap] and your [crap] is stuff?" I think that's how we both feel. Our house would be a lot less cluttered if I were in charge of getting rid of his crap, and he were in charge of getting rid of my stuff.

Check out my cousin Johnny's wife's blog to see his latest kicking-cancer's-butt news. They're looking to find some people to do the cancer walk in July... any takers? I'm going to try and get some people together. If you're interested, let me know.

I accomplished a few things today that have needed to be done, so I feel mini-triumph. Hope that the rest of the week will bring more of the same (in the way of accomplishments, that is).

Let's see if I can get some sleep.

Sigh.

SJS