That ain't workin'

[rolanni]

Lazy Monday. Glary and already warmer than it was yesterday. The weatherbeans have put all their tokens down on 60F/16C.

I slept "late," had a leisurely shower, sat in the window while Tali stood on my lap and slapped me with her tail (in her defense, there are a zillion crazy little brown birds hopping around the lawn). Had cottage cheese and some grapes and called it breakfast. Not sure what I'm going to do about lunch. Take out? I finished a book, after all. That used to be an excuse -- like we needed one -- to celebrate.

Made a list of things to do after I finish up the bookkeeping parts of Kin Right, and it turns out that I have A Number of things to catch up before I have to start the next book, in addition to having time to bake, so that's a relief.

Today's plan, as soon as I'm finished here, is to start putting my working Weird Words List into some kind of order, and to finish the laundry. In re the latter, I can report that the first load of towels is in the washer, and the cats are in Steve's office, doubtless writing a Memo to be placed in my file.

How's Monday starting out for you?

And today's blog post title is of course brought to you by Dire Straits, "Money for Nothin'"