- I have to make clips for the pieces on youtube for posting on Clammr, as they are ready to go.
- I have to make more graphics, always more graphics
- I have to start to organize and edit my poetry to get it ready for posting
- Then there is the WordPress for Dummies book that I MUST read today
- I have to spend at least an hour scanning my hand written journals
- I have to archive about 500 pictures
All possible housework is done. I have no housely obligations today. I need to take my meds right now and get some sleep. I just cleaned out the fridge and threw a bunch of stuff away. Then I prepped my broccoli for roasting tonight. I'm finally going to do it. I have done every dish, every saucepan, every sautee pan, every piece of silverware and glass ware. I vacuumed and mopped the mudroom floor, so it's not gritty anymore (cat box room).
I haven't yet taken a shower. I'll do that upon waking, to get me off to a good start. I have horrible hat head from the field hat in the hot sun today on my walk. Speaking of walks, I took Chewbacca for a walk at 4:30am. It was nice and quiet, all the dogs were in for the night. Chewy enjoyed himself. He peed on absolutely everything with even a hint of a scent to it. I haven't been walking him lately with the ribs and the sciatica and the bronchitis. But I'm over that now. I've learned to sit a different way so the sciatica doesn't get bothered. The bronchitis is gone, and I'm pretty sure the rib thing was in my head, I'll give the ER doctor that, albeit reluctantly.
So, I'm kind of slow on the uptake sometimes. Especially when I'm out of my comfort zone, like outside during the day walking the dog. Yesterday as Chewy and I left the house to meet Doc a couple blocks away and help him carry groceries, this SUV drives past me full of obese men with no hair and thick, unkempt beards. As they passed me, they smiled broadly and waved to me. I'm used to this because of the big-ass truck's gang history, but I wasn't in the truck, I wasn't even near it. It occurred to me later that it was The Boys. The three guys from the Family that Doc hung out with the most, they weren't smiling, they were laughing at me. And probably Doc, because the only way to where I was, was past Doc, walking with groceries. They are such pricks. They actually did a drive-by on their way to the party Doc wasn't invited to. What fuckers. He gave one of their sons an $1800 scooter to keep "in good faith" with the Family. The kid has trashed it, and it is now in the shop that B works in to be rebuilt, but that's not Doc's fault. The kid's had it for three years, and I doubt he treats it with any respect. They are all fucking animals. I can't wait until Doc just turns his back on them.
Okay, before I get another shot of ambition, I'm going to take my meds, eat a snack sized chocolate bar, smoke a cigarette and lay down for a few hours. Then, back to work. While Doc goes to the dollar store and gets me sheer knee highs, preferably black. Then I can take that ugly yellow coated wire I have and make a pop filter and record a couple of things. Add that to the above list. Christ. I am so behind. It's actually been 12 days since I uploaded a clip to Clammr. I am in the weeds. When I wake up, I'm taking a weed whacker to my brain and putting my toys in order.