Today is one of those days when the ridiculous blends with the serious. When, at nearly a quarter to five on a busy day nearing the end of a highly productive yet slow moving week..I want the day to be o.v.e.r.
This evening I wish to contemplate the following:
Whether one should, in fact, wear a colored lipstick with a purple blouse or simply go with a clear gloss.
Whether purple of any shade is really a good idea for an olive-complected lass like myself.
Tomorrow's outfit..pick a theme, ensure it's ready for prime time, then assume the character of the outfit by the time it's time to don it and hit the freeway for work.
Throwing pots on the wheel.
Reruns.
Netflix offerings of the week.
Library offerings. MUST replenish my reading pile...I'm thinking of picking up every single vamp novel I can find and comparing them. Don't ask what will comprise my rating scale.
The weekend to come. Without the son. Who leaves early early on Saturday. And who will likely not reappear for almost a year. A year.
My endurance. It might be time for another in what will no doubt be a very long string of runs geared to exhausting myself enough that I don't dwell on emotional stuff.
Oh, and the rules of Canasta. More on that later.
This evening I wish to contemplate the following:
Whether one should, in fact, wear a colored lipstick with a purple blouse or simply go with a clear gloss.
Whether purple of any shade is really a good idea for an olive-complected lass like myself.
Tomorrow's outfit..pick a theme, ensure it's ready for prime time, then assume the character of the outfit by the time it's time to don it and hit the freeway for work.
Throwing pots on the wheel.
Reruns.
Netflix offerings of the week.
Library offerings. MUST replenish my reading pile...I'm thinking of picking up every single vamp novel I can find and comparing them. Don't ask what will comprise my rating scale.
The weekend to come. Without the son. Who leaves early early on Saturday. And who will likely not reappear for almost a year. A year.
My endurance. It might be time for another in what will no doubt be a very long string of runs geared to exhausting myself enough that I don't dwell on emotional stuff.
Oh, and the rules of Canasta. More on that later.
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