SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED TO SIT DOWN AT THE KITCHEN TABLE AND HAVE A GOOD BRAIN SORT

There's been something in the air around here the last two days that left me completely out of sorts. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but all day yesterday and for most of the day today I've been...eh.

I slept for several hours this morning and finally hauled myself out of the big girl sleigh bed and said "Right. That's enough of that for now. Let's get on with it." So I prepared myself a nice tall cold brew with vanilla creamer, toasted a lovely bagel with some crunchy peanut butter, and gathered my planner supplies.

It only took about a half hour, but pasting pretty stickers and washi tape in my book and writing down my appointments and to dos for the week lifted whatever was ailing me. I suppose that it was all banging about up there in my tiny little brain and needed to come out so that I could see that it really is a quiet week and not chock full of things I don't want to do.

My only real appointment is with Miss Karen, my nail specialist, and then friends are coming this weekend for the Notre Dame game, so I really do have absolutely nothing to complain about. Sure, the kitchen and bathroom will need to be scrubbed, and the apartment will need to be tidied, but some good music, a few cups of damn good, and I should be able to knock that out in an hour or two.

I also took a minute to update Bob. Bob is my book journal, and he's where I've written every single title completed since 1991. My goal is to surpass my previous year's total by at least one, and this year I've already done that. I read only 13 books in 2018 and have already finished 18 books so far this year. Tonight I will finish The Guest Book by Sarah Blake. I'm sorry that I can't give you details. I seem to read right before bed and then completely forget everything overnight. It bothers me somewhat...the fact that I see a title in Bob and can't tell you one thing about it...but as soon as I go for the phD in Literature I'll sit up in the buggy.

I always thought that my dream job would have been to be a lawyer, but mow I realize that I would have really loved being a college professor -- maybe at a small school someplace where I could have also been a dorm mother.

Oh well.

Time to think about dinner, Dearies. I made Pioneer Woman's pulled pork over the weekend for JB, so he will probably have that. I, of course, will opt for a salad. I've been getting pretty good a creating a nice big one on Sunday afternoons and adding to it during the week. So far, I've figured out that I am a huge fan of butter lettuce and red cabbage, but not so much hearts of romaine anymore. The last batch I had was very bitter, so we're sticking with the butter.

I hope your week is off to a wonderful start and that you are doing everything your heart desires! Come tell us all about it!