I was under the illusion that I would jump right in to my week and get all kinds of things done. But I didn't reckon on the rather insistant need for battery recharging that my poor body and psyche is demanding. It's the curse of the introvert. I play, I pay.

Fiona rather sums up my level of activity yesterday:

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Today I snapped out of it long enough to get to the eye doctor and do some shopping, then tackle the laundry. Don't talk to me about the floors though. After the storm, we have an impressive pile of wind shredded leaves all over the back yard. And every time the dogs come in, they bring a little collection of them and spread them artfully here and there and.....everywhere. It looks like floor salad.

I am starting to like it. Gives the place a rustic look.

Speaking of eye doctors, I'm getting proper glasses. A little correction on top, and reading on the bottom. I'll be the one with the bifocal line, keeping me level with the world.

(You my dear, will always be half a bubble off plumb no matter WHAT you do.)

Don't you have some papers to correct or something?