cold. so cold.
May. 22nd, 2006 09:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7So cold.
Today my task, which I suppose is an enviable one, is to make my house presentable for my parents' visit. Much has already been done; Z was very good over the weekend, and his bedroom and the yard are both lovely.
It is such a tiny house. I don't know how I can let it get ahead of me. But these things happen. I just need to clean my room, and the living room, really. The rest, the tidying has been done, and it just needs cleaning now-- dusting, sweeping, mopping, washing. That's the easy part, the satisfying part. The tidying is hard, and that is almost done.
It is a lovely little house, that we have. We are fortunate to live here. I was paying bills yesterday, and remarked that it was just so nice to be able to get a bill and pay it right away from whatever account was closest to hand, without having to go and check the balance or shift money around. We are lucky people, both of us.
I am tired, sleepy and tired, and cold. My laptop, for some reason, is unable to connect to the Internet, although it has no problem connecting to the house network. So I am out on the porch where my desktop is set up. It seems to have overheard my tirade of last night, so it turned right on for me this morning, but I am still mad at it.
Z is probably working late tonight, helping set up for an awards ceremony his magazine is hosting. The Sabres are playing tonight, apparently without Numminen. I am too nervous about that to watch the game-- and also, I'd have to go out somewhere to watch it, so, I probably won't.
Thanks to everyone for costuming advice for this upcoming event-- I have to ponder it some more. Brr, it is too cold to sit here.
Today my task, which I suppose is an enviable one, is to make my house presentable for my parents' visit. Much has already been done; Z was very good over the weekend, and his bedroom and the yard are both lovely.
It is such a tiny house. I don't know how I can let it get ahead of me. But these things happen. I just need to clean my room, and the living room, really. The rest, the tidying has been done, and it just needs cleaning now-- dusting, sweeping, mopping, washing. That's the easy part, the satisfying part. The tidying is hard, and that is almost done.
It is a lovely little house, that we have. We are fortunate to live here. I was paying bills yesterday, and remarked that it was just so nice to be able to get a bill and pay it right away from whatever account was closest to hand, without having to go and check the balance or shift money around. We are lucky people, both of us.
I am tired, sleepy and tired, and cold. My laptop, for some reason, is unable to connect to the Internet, although it has no problem connecting to the house network. So I am out on the porch where my desktop is set up. It seems to have overheard my tirade of last night, so it turned right on for me this morning, but I am still mad at it.
Z is probably working late tonight, helping set up for an awards ceremony his magazine is hosting. The Sabres are playing tonight, apparently without Numminen. I am too nervous about that to watch the game-- and also, I'd have to go out somewhere to watch it, so, I probably won't.
Thanks to everyone for costuming advice for this upcoming event-- I have to ponder it some more. Brr, it is too cold to sit here.
