Rambling, long update

I'm really tired of being really tired. Even after sleeping nine hours Sunday night and ten hours Monday night, I'm still tired. I sure hope I'm not coming down with anything, because I don't have time to be sick! I hardly have time to get all the things done I have to do this week (especially after I lost two evenings to going to bed early).

Lately I'm feeling like a really bad driver. Even though only one of my three accidents this past year has been my fault (well, two if you count scratching up the rental car *argh*). I began to wonder this morning whether it's related to my general klutziness. I regularly bark my shins on the furniture, hit my head on the car door, or otherwise bruise my tender flesh. It happens so often I don't even notice until much later. I thought about whether perhaps I don't have a good sense of my physical position in space, and whether that might transfer to the position of my car as well. I know I get inordinately unnerved by narrow lanes and the proximity of large trucks...it all seems to fit.

I also think I'm seriously addicted to caffeine. I noticed that it takes at least one large cup of coffee in the morning before I feel like I'm "here" at all. The world takes on a much more appealing crispness after the coffee has been ingested. Same thing applies later in the day to soda or additional coffee. It troubles me a little to think that I need anything in that way, but on the other hand, it's a legal vice and not likely to do any permanent damage. Certainly can't stunt my growth at this point, as mothers all over the world were wont to say.

( And the promised post about the weekend )

Yesterday was boring, notable for nothing at all, except me going to bed early again. And forgetting to set the alarm, so that I didn't wake up today until nine. Today has also been boring, though I have gotten a fair amount of work done.

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So if I was hinge pins for the window in the front door, where would I be?

Found 'em

indyansel and technomom were both right. They were in the kitchen junk drawer, where also resides the small screwdriver that I used to take them out. It is also the first place I looked, but they had slid back in among the junk so I didn't see them until I took everything out.

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Rosa, pushing one of those musical roller toys around the room: "When I was a baby I used to play with this. But now I'm a big girl. I growed up."