So Rich and I, it turns out, are both 'crastinators of the pro variety.
Every morning, he gets up at the crack of holy heck who gets out of bed this early, and he works out or sits quietly reading papers on his phone or catching up on all of his TeeVee viewing.
Then, when I stumble out of the big girl sleigh bed, we sit and have our coffee together as I try to wake up and he tries to solve world peace in his head.
(We call these our morning meetings).
Invariably, we both will look up at the clock and say "Five more minutes" and before we know it, the entire morning is completely shot and we're contemplating the lunch menu.
Today is no exception. We've pondered and puttered and futzed and chatted the morning away, and now he is working on his laptop contraption on the sectional and I am thinking about doing laundry.
Thinking about doing laundry.
Who THINKS about doing laundry?! Who sits and THINKS and then WRITES about doing laundry rather than just DOING the laundry?!?!
A PROcrastinator, thankyouverymuch.
Tonight we are heading over to campus for a basketball game. I'm pretty excited to do so, since I think my last visit to that arena was sometime in the late 80's. I remember cute man heinies and good hot dogs.
Here's hoping they still have both.
(For the record, in case my nutritionist is reading this, I only have naughty foods once in a very great while. Although I am hoping for hot dogs, I will most assuredly have soup and salad tonight instead since I had my hot dog on Friday night at the hockey game.)
(If my nutritionist is not reading this...I'm having the damn hot dog.)
So that's the report on a Monday, Dearies. Procrastinating and laundry and hot dogs. I hope that your very own Monday is full of the things that you love. Do something fun and come tell me all about it!