Who invented housework? Whoever it was must have been having a bad day. A VERY BAD day. Housework is not for the faint of heart. After my mini-marathon tonight cleaning the living room, I'm ready to sit down...permanently and take up crochet...permanently. Yikes, I think I just discovered why emailing and reading the newspaper is so appealing. Well, the thought had taken hold and is advancing at a steady trot.

Tomorrow is another cleaning marathon, as MIL comes the next day. Too bad I'm toying with a migraine, which started in the night. I'm already weighing shortcuts and we'll see what goes to the chopping block.

Okay, a blueberry Poptart to soothe the nerves and stay the headache. We hope. Oops, forgot to practice the pieces I have to play for a wedding in two weeks. The Rays bombed tonight. Kind of a ratty day. But Paul says to give thanks in all things. So, I shall recite those words and call it a night.

Sick-sick,
KEM