Lazy Day

I sit here at almost ten o'clock at night having not gotten out of my PJ's all day. And you know what? I'm okay with it. I can get a lot accomplished while I am in my pajamas. Today's business included homemade pancakes, scouring the kitchen, and general clutter control. Also a little coding for my latest client at The Button Box. All with one eye-popper of a headache.

I was tempted to blame said headache on my new cute glasses (insert picture here. Oh, yeah. No pictures to be found anywhere on the internet. Rats!), but I had the same headache yesterday and I wasn't wearing the new glasses then. So I blame stress. Mostly because I don't know what else to blame it on, unless I am harboring an undiagnosed brain tumor. But somehow the fact that I stayed jammie-fied all day indicates that my stress levels aren't too threatening.

I am starting to twitch a little about the upcoming westward exodus. I haven't packed anything because my plan was to load up the washer and dryer then cram whatever will fit into the rest of the space. However, now that departure is immanent I am thinking of all these things that don't lend themselves to this method of packing: knives/knife block; assorted kitchen gadgetry; computers and Tivos and phones (oh, my!); opened pantry items. The list goes on and on. But packing is ugly and I would be hard pressed to hide the evidence before a last minute showing, so here I sit. Twitching.

Moving is such fun.