it's not the spotlight

i need soothing. beth orten is soothing. the weather is cold and cloudy. i am wigged out, ornery, and badly in need of some r&r.

this weekend was an ordeal of inlaw-assisted house repairs. i wanted to kill/die by the time sunday night arrived. the floor in the hallway looks great.

the dryer broke on friday. the guy is coming tomorrow. i hope that i can pay him.

jason picked the car up on saturday morning. that was expensive and tedious.

sam had a gymnastics meet on saturday, and jake had diving.

robbie stayed over saturday night.

jake went to stuart's birthday after robbie left on sunday afternoon.

he was falling asleep in his supper when he got home; poor ol' guy burned the candle at both ends!

sam's birthday is this week, and william is coming for three nights tomorrow.

grammy's caretaker person sheila is in vancouver at her son's wedding for two weeks.

today i helped pam move some plants etc. from her old place to the new place. i drank far too much coffee.

gawd. i am boring myself.