Clean off deck
Two grocery stores
Clean guest room
I believe I need a little more balance in my weekends. (Mama Pea, would you come down and shake some sense into me? Gently?) I would have washed the dogs BUT, Mr. Fragile managed to hurt his back - again. Has anyone been keeping track? Is this the fifth time? Tenth? My neighbor had called and invited me to dinner and, being lured by the prospect of not having to cook, I said yes. I had forgotten that he considers dinner to be the minute after the restaurant opens - which means I leave my door at 4P. (4P, my dears, is when I start contemplating stopping my labors in the next hour or so, to be followed by a shower and a glass of wine, not necessarily in that order, with dinner following, vaguely at 8ish.) This self-made pressure had me skipping Home Depot and vaulting home. Even so, I only had 45 minutes to get the laundry off the line and get reasonably presentable. I managed both, but decided to leave The Pat uncrated because I had crated and re-crated him twice and I felt a twinge. Bad decision. When I got home (by 5:37P - nothing like dinner out with an old guy. You never have to worry about spending time on witty conversation - it's ordering as you're nearing the table, bing/bam/boom. Out the door.) my Butter Pat was obviously very uncomfortable. We are back to pain meds and crating. At least I know the drill. We've got a Thursday morning vet appointment - for something unrelated - so we will be refilling the doggie medicine cabinet. Whoopee.
I will have to tally the bets - does swapping out my summer tees with my winter tees count as half a point? - and a big hug to you who actually thought I might come to my senses and have cocktails with my knitting or, at the very least, ignore most of my list. I do have to tidy up the guest room, as my youngest sis is doing an over-nighter on Friday. Her favorite pastime is cleaning surfaces, so I need to up my game. At least for 12 hours.