It's already Thursday and I haven't accomplished much of anything this week. I had planned to read (and hopefully finish) Harry Potter, but I haven't even touched it. There is thin layer of dust that has formed upon this book that I have intended to delve into since I stood in line at the midnight release to get. Oh well. There's always next week.
I did find the ironing board that I forgot we even had and spent an hour and a half ironing all of Kenny's work shirts. He almost fell to the floor when he looked in the closet and saw a tidy row of freshly pressed creases. Yeah, it was a miraculous moment that should be savored because I am not sure when that inspiration will arise again. I am sure no time soon. It's what a good wife is supposed to do, but it's just not my thing.
I haven't scrapped. I want to, but I just end up pushing things around. I didn't even want to *gasp* go online yesterday. This is a rare occurrence and I am glad that it was just a one-day event.
I sit here in the silence of the morning with little miss Molly curled upon my lap. No noise other than the hum of the fan, my fingers floating across the keyboard, Angel's not so soft snores, and the meowing of Jack who wants to go outside, but has an open gash on the side of his head, so in he stays. I can't recall the last time I didn't immediately turn the TV on to the news first thing in the morning. I can't say that I totally enjoy the silence, but it's comforting. My mocha is gone, and I could use another, but then I'd be a jittery mess.
Enjoy your Thursday! I hope you've had a more productive week than I.