Wow. I can’t believe this isn’t getting tedious. As Devo says, “How long can this go on?”

Finally a good night sleep. But boy did I have some bizarre dreams. Trolls, hairless muppets, a giant kitten and a jacuzzi [shudder], but still, a small price to pay.

Pete seems to be coming along. The first few mornings I need my eye patch because the overzealous eye poking. I was switching from eye to eye to provided some relief. Wow, any more appliances while I sleep and people and going to think I am a vampire cyborg… Cybor G H-chuk, yup that’s me. Anyway, Pete’s back to eyebrow grooming so I guess she’s forgiven me for invading her space.

Today is a day of rest. It’s been a busy week so far what with not thinking, not working and definitely not checking my email. Not doing things takes a lot out of a girl. So to relax I think I will not do anything; because that makes sense in the context of my previous statement. And you know how I like to make sense. Or at least make cents. That’s why I do what I do. Because I prefer good cents. To bucks. Or doe’s. Or any ungulate for that matter. A grizzly bear on the other hand would be nice, but I have Leslie for that; and she has a COD.

First on the agenda to not do is definitely the Xmas lights. I’ve got to take it slow; put in too much time and thought already and I have the neighbours to win and crush. Next to definitely avoid will be my tree. Of course I could work on my plans for the tree. That might provide more drinking time, but I think it would throw of the aesthetic of the evening. No, I will definitely wait to think tree when I have a tree (and a bottle or two of wine).

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As the sun starts to set it occurs to me that I need a drink. I’m out of both Amarone and cooking sherry so I think its time to break out the beer. Maybe I should visit my parents or Craig or Bruce or… I wonder George Thorogood is doing… he likes to drink alone. Maybe I should buy some new bar stools, made from laminate, they really are just art, but what colour should I paint the next wall, and if I paint the wall while wall-eyed, will it warp, weave and wonk. Oh Whatever. Squirrel!

By the time the bottle lets all its contents leak out the hole I feel pretty good. Now I just need a quilt, comforter and throw to wind up the evening and bask in the glow of staying up past 8. Good for me…