For once, my husband and I managed to get our trash and recycling gathered and out to the curb the night before pickup day, which is a huge accomplishment for us. Sometimes we skip trash day altogether and are forced to contend with two or three huge, heavy trash cans the following week. I don’t recommend this practice in the summertime, although sometimes it still happens. We get one large-item pickup on the first Monday of the month, and I’ve managed to forget about it for about three months in a row. Thus, there’s a broken old cabinet from the basement that’s been parked on the back patio since January. I plan to put it out to the curb on the first Monday in April without fail. Really!
I worked a bazillion hours today, stopping only briefly at lunchtime to microwave a lovely plate of meatloaf, baked potato and green beans left over from last night’s dinner. I need to bring lunches like that more often – it really beats the alternatives in quality, cost and convenience.
I called the city this morning and informed them that they had mistaken my neighbor’s driveway for mine. They readily admitted that it was highly possible and promised to call me after they’d stopped by tomorrow to make sure.
Tonight we’re going to HomeTown Buffet for dinner. It was either that or stop by the store at 6:30 p.m. and think of something to cook. I’m quite a fan of HomeTown Buffet (and its predecessor in all its nearby locations, Old Country Buffet). Hubby and I have had Thanksgiving dinner there a couple of times when all our relatives had scattered to the four corners of the earth and left us in town by ourselves. HTB almost always has cherry cobbler available for dessert. That alone makes it a worthwhile place to frequent.
After dinner it’s finally time for me to dig in and find all my tax paperwork. I have to start tonight because I suspect that it’ll ooze into tomorrow night as well.
I also need to spend a little time picking up before our cleaning lady comes tomorrow. And no – picking up my junk is not part of her job, and she can’t be expected to clean if there’s stuff piled on every flat surface. We have her come by every other week and it’s the best investment I can imagine. She actually earns more per hour than I do right now, but I don’t care. I know myself well enough to know that there is no way in hell I would ever get around to cleaning our bathroom once per fiscal quarter, much less twice a month. Without her, we’d probably expire from some rampant super-bacteria within a month.
With that, I’m heading home. A little more food, a little caffeine, and I think I can keep this momentum going!
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