I Moved...a little

I tried to do a little better today.  Yesterday's bout of sloth and gluttony was like something that gets reported on in the Bible.  And with bad results for the slothy one.  I really wanted to see if I couldn't do something today that required hoisting myself out of my couch crater.  That crater has developed a remarkable resemblance to my hindquarters and I fear that, should I get up to use the facilities, I could lose the Big, Fluffy Kitty in it or something.

So I set the alarm in spite of it being a holiday here in my corner of the globe and even saw fit to shower.  The incredible amount of irony involved here didn't strike me until later when I realized that I never left the house today.  I didn't seem to see the problem with dragging my unwashed self out for the world to see yesterday...

I still didn't really get as much done as one might think.  Considering that I have an entire closet to clean out for tomorrow so that my hot water heater can be inspected in all its hot and watery glory, I was pretty lax when it came to doing the things that need to be done.  But there was more of the moving involved in the day's agenda.  I even mopped a quarter of the kitchen floor.  Not the quarter that is near that closet where the poor Hot Water Heater Inspector Guy will have to crawl, though.  But I shall make a point of showing him the area over by the fridge.  I'm sure he will be mightily impressed, assuming that he can see it once I've dragged all the stuff out of the closet, that is.

I'm still going to call today more of a success with regard to the "doing of stuff" than yesterday.  Let's face it:  anything would have been an improvement.  Let's take a look, shall we?

I finished spinning the first half of the fluffy, bunny stuffies and started the second half.  

And if you are wondering why it took me so long to spin this much, I can't really say as I blame you...

I worked on the Airy Scarf while I watched a movie:

And if you are wondering just why I thought hanging it in the window was a good way to display it, I can't really say as I blame you...

I ate cake:

And if you are wondering how I managed to get a picture of it before I set to devouring it, I can't really say as I blame you...

It was leftover chocolate cake from Saturday's family cook-out.  Chocolate cake with coffee frosting, no less!  It was made for the event by my cousin and I can't help but wonder to what confectionery heights this girl will climb in this life.  If she, at twenty or something like that, is baking such perfectly amazing cakes as this now, I can't wait to see what comes out of the oven in her more mature years.  I'll have to make a note to never, ever expire so I don't miss anything.  I should probably go back to eating the vegetables again in order that I might be around for the next 100 or so family cook-outs...

I'll not mention that there was the teeniest little nap involved in the proceedings as well.  Or how I somehow lost an hour or so in the afternoon thanks to the marathon-style television viewing that always seems to land on a holiday.  Maybe it was two hours...I'm not sure.  Once you've lost time, it all sort of seems hazy anyway.   But, suddenly, I just happened to notice that it was 5:00 and I don't know just how I got to the late afternoon/early evening portion of the day.

Other than that, I did pretty well.  Since I am taking tomorrow off in order that I might show the nice Hot Water Heater Inspector Guy the glory that is the kitchen floor in front of the fridge, I'll have a whole extra day to practice being productive.

Then I have to go back to work.  Which is seriously going to interfere with the doing of stuff...

SA