Today I am at home, and I have all kinds of plans for what I would like to accomplish.
Knitting: I want to work on two separate projects, on specific aspects of them. They have been taunting me for weeks, and today I am determined to get the things that are problematic resolved!
Camera: When The Tim gets home from work, I want to see if he can help me figure out how to get the pictures out of my camera and on to the computer. When he repaired things after we had that virus last month, something apparently changed in the settings for loading images. And as I'm sure you can imagine, I have many, many lovely photos to share ...
Cleaning: Fortunately, in a fit of domestic energy, I managed to clean the house very thoroughly last week. So today I need to "clean up" and put some things away. Not bad.
Laundry: Oh there's lots. But I actually don't mind doing laundry, as I like the idea that it goes into the washer dirty and messy, and comes out of the dryer clean, fresh, and ready to be folded. If only I could figure out a way to have it put itself away ...
Errands: I have a couple of errands to run, and am hoping I can manage to find a time to be outside when it is not actively raining.
Gift wrapping: Lisa's birthday is tomorrow, and I am going to try to not only wrap her gift, but get it to the P.O. today. If not, she will just have to extend her BD celebration into next week ...
Brushing: The cats, that is. Well, at least the Garden Kitty, who has developed two new mats in his fur. This will mean that for two minutes, he'll be very purry, then he'll get annoyed and hiss and run away. At which point Jetsam will suddenly appear and want to be brushed for the rest of eternity. All while Tess is giving us all death ray glances.
Pretty exciting, I know. But I like days off like this, when there are things to do, but on my own schedule at my own pace. Tomorrow, The Tim, Seb, my niece Amanda, her husband Patrick, and I are going to Terror Behind the Walls. I'm sure I'll be scared out of my gourd, as I am a true chicken at heart. But it should also be fun, and I can't wait!
In other news, the Phillies lost their playoff game yesterday, much to my (and I'm sure their) dismay. However, unlike the news reporters who are now acting like they have no chance in the universe of ever winning another game, I still have hope. Cole Hamels left the game early because his wife went into labor. Since I met him and his wife a couple of months ago (well, OK, "met" is maybe overstating it), I'm wondering if they have a girl if they will name her Bridget? (Well, OK, they don't know my name, but ... details, details.)
Also, President Barack Obama has won the Nobel Peace Prize. Good for him. It's too bad there is not a Nobel Prize for Cynicism, 'cause I would win that one.
Every. Single. Year.