So, last night I woke up with a couple of awesome ideas that I wanted to write today. They were so cool that I could not get back to sleep. This two hour interruption of snooze time caused me to get up later than usual on this gloriously, gray, misty, writing, closet cleaning, kind of a morning. When I didn't pop out of bed at 7:30, Hunter became anxious. Thankfully, he brought me too around 8:30. So, here I am! Excited once again! It's okay that I got a bit of a late start. Better late than never. It's no, big deal. I still have the whole day to write, clean and blog. It is going to be perfect. Hmmm? Oh, I know, but BS Club is not until 4:00. It's only nine-thirty. Yes, I remember, I am picking up Giselle. Okay, I have till 3:30. That is still six hours according to my calculations. Closets? Well, I'm not positive about the closets today. You see, I took Hunter for a walk first thing and when I came back in through the kitchen door something possessed me to hit the self-cleaning button on my oven. I guess it happened because I'm a self-starter. Then I went straight downstairs and put a load of laundry into the washer. So, I will be spending my, gift of cleaning, on vacuuming out the ash at the bottom of my stove in three and a half hours and transferring clothes into the dryer. With any luck, I could see folding them and putting them away too. There is only so much time in a day you know. Seems like it would be pushing it to start on those closets. And it is only Wednesday. I will still have plenty of time. If only I could remember the shit that had me sitting up in bed last night. No. I didn't write it down like they say you are supposed to do. Why? Well it was 3:00 A.M. and it was dark in there. I don't care for the dark. It gives me the jeebies. Probably the best way to get those ideas back would be by getting some fresh air. Sometimes while Hunter and I are wondering around out there and he is busy sniffing the same spot that he sniffed the last three walks, they come rushing back to me. What? I'm not sure if they would pop into my head while I cleaned out a closet. I've never tried that method. It seems a little risky though. Come on Hunter. Yes, you. I am giving YOU the seven minute warning. Oh, wait, hold on a second. I'm gonna need another cup of coffee for this trip. I love vacation. I am excited. I’m excited – Day Five
Millie Noe
October 16, 2013
So, last night I woke up with a couple of awesome ideas that I wanted to write today. They were so cool that I could not get back to sleep. This two hour interruption of snooze time caused me to get up later than usual on this gloriously, gray, misty, writing, closet cleaning, kind of a morning. When I didn't pop out of bed at 7:30, Hunter became anxious. Thankfully, he brought me too around 8:30. So, here I am! Excited once again! It's okay that I got a bit of a late start. Better late than never. It's no, big deal. I still have the whole day to write, clean and blog. It is going to be perfect. Hmmm? Oh, I know, but BS Club is not until 4:00. It's only nine-thirty. Yes, I remember, I am picking up Giselle. Okay, I have till 3:30. That is still six hours according to my calculations. Closets? Well, I'm not positive about the closets today. You see, I took Hunter for a walk first thing and when I came back in through the kitchen door something possessed me to hit the self-cleaning button on my oven. I guess it happened because I'm a self-starter. Then I went straight downstairs and put a load of laundry into the washer. So, I will be spending my, gift of cleaning, on vacuuming out the ash at the bottom of my stove in three and a half hours and transferring clothes into the dryer. With any luck, I could see folding them and putting them away too. There is only so much time in a day you know. Seems like it would be pushing it to start on those closets. And it is only Wednesday. I will still have plenty of time. If only I could remember the shit that had me sitting up in bed last night. No. I didn't write it down like they say you are supposed to do. Why? Well it was 3:00 A.M. and it was dark in there. I don't care for the dark. It gives me the jeebies. Probably the best way to get those ideas back would be by getting some fresh air. Sometimes while Hunter and I are wondering around out there and he is busy sniffing the same spot that he sniffed the last three walks, they come rushing back to me. What? I'm not sure if they would pop into my head while I cleaned out a closet. I've never tried that method. It seems a little risky though. Come on Hunter. Yes, you. I am giving YOU the seven minute warning. Oh, wait, hold on a second. I'm gonna need another cup of coffee for this trip. I love vacation. I am excited.