Monday, Moanday

5 a.m. alarm goes off, hit snooze

5:09 a.m. alarm goes off, hit snooze, first coherent thought: I have a headache.

5:18 a.m. alarm goes off, dog is awake and ready to go, get up, take ibuprofen and take in swollen eyes and lackluster complexion

5:25 a.m. walk dog

5:27 a.m. feed dog

5:30 a.m. make breakfast

5:35 a.m. eat breakfast, read Scripture, watch news, drink coffee

6 a.m. Shower

6:10 a.m. comb hair

6:15 a.m. make-up and running around room trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do next

6:30 a.m. dry hair

6:45 a.m. get dressed, iron cardigan

7 a.m. sit for a few minutes. update facebook.

7:20 a.m. leave to take dog to vet to be groomed

7:32 a.m. drop dog off in grooming

7:35 a.m. avoid interstate b/c of wreck and take alternate route

7:40-8:20 a.m. sit in stop-and-go traffic all the way to work. Have issues with dealing with temper and/or impatience. Gas light comes on in car. Yay!

8:20 a.m. arrive at work, try to figure out where to start

9 a.m. decide that the yellow shoes will help improve your mood. And that today is the only today I’m going to get. And make up my mind to make a pie tonight to celebrate. Chocolate pie with meringue. I may not share. . .