It’s Saturday morning and it’s raining. This is quite good. It’s melting the snow. I hope anyway. I tried going out to get wood yesterday and I couldn’t even get near the pile due to a foot and a half of snow that had been frozen solid. I tried shoveling it but it was so solid that I felt like I should have a taken a sledgehammer to the entire path first and then tried to shovel it. I gave up. It was too much work. I knew it was going to get warmer and going to rain today so I decided to risk it. It’s raining now but not melting that much yet, so I’m going to give it a couple of hours and get the sledgehammer ready if need be.
I was just out on the back porch and it’s raining so hard that I wish I had bought a rain slicker the other week. I’m already cursing myself for not keeping some of the chemical hand warmers that I put in my mom’s emergency kit. I just know I’m going to get soaked again. Ironically, I’m currently drying all my outdoors clothes. They were still soaking wet from the big storm this week. So I’m laundering them just to get them all dirty again so I can launder them again tonight. Makes so much sense doesn’t it?
I’ve told you all about my weirdness at night. How if I have to get up early instead of using an alarm clock I always seem to give myself a nightmare or a strange dream to go “whoa” then wake myself up. It’s MUCH worse when I have to go to the bathroom and it’s cold and I don’t want to get out of bed and even worse after a long night of converting the site to the new format. I swear that my subconscious is just nuts. This morning was such a case. I only remember bits and pieces from this morning but here’s the highlights …
There was an extended segment of Gilligan’s Island. Except the castaways weren’t in “modern” times, they were on a Spanish Galleon from the 1400’s and were all speaking with British accents. They had apparently tried to escape from the Island in this Galleon and hit a storm. This was the day after where they ran aground on a new island, only to realize that they were right back where they started. It was funnier with the British accents, honest.
I remember leaving that set and walking by another set and Burt Reynolds and Martin Sargent were doing a cooking show. I don’t even want to go there. It was the scariest thing you’ve ever seen. Neither wanted to do anything so they were cracking jokes to each other as nothing got done. Scary. Scary.
I walk out of that set and run straight into Megan. She’s complaining that her Norton picture viewer wasn’t working for women. I said to download their live update program and update it. She didn’t want to, called it sexist and was about to get in a big fight with me when I finally gave in and woke up.
It was 7:11 AM. I didn’t have to roll out of bed until 7:55 AM. So I boycotted getting out of bed, going back to sleep, opening my eyes, and nearly everything else until I was time to move.
That’s how the day started. 1 hour and 30 minutes until I go face the woodpile.
God help me.
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