Hot weeks are so long, aren't they? And I'd been sleeping so well this week, a really nice surprise for a change because I usually stop sleeping in the summer. Until about 9:35 last night. Some knucklehead bolted us awake only 30 minutes after we conked out shooting off those gigantic fireworks (now???) that sound like an old fashioned royal navy battle, cannons going off, more cannons going off, pause, more cannons... I finally just got back up around 10 and plunged into some research, pulled my head out of the internet only a little while ago. We're behind on TV because of the roof, I'm doing my usual sudden air pressure changes headache last few days between pop ups, and I'm barely interacting at all with my own family, so apologies for a seriously growing lack of twitter lately.
Sometimes having a really good writing day means I'm severely neglecting my real life, and I need to input self maintenance commands through my eyeballs before they will route to the other side of my brain.
Go put some clothes on.
Ok, I'm dressed. I even made the bed while I was in there. Now what?
Open the box the new Shark Pro is in and check it out.
Oh, yeah, cool. I asked @bonenado to get that for me for Valentine's Day. I washed rugs last week and haven't put them back down yet. Are we doing floors today?
Dang betcha.
Yippee!!! I love clean floors! Back in the old days I did floors three times a week.
Get up. Open the box.
Oh, yeah. Hang on.
Maybe I should've asked for a phillips screwdriver for Valentine's Day. Except I know it would disappear again.... Nevermind, found a MacGyver car kit tool only a couple feet from my kitchen. I've gotta think of better places to hide these things. I think Scott married me because I'm always ready to screw around. Get it? Screw around.
Shut up. How far have you gotten?
Assembled! *salute*
I like assembling things. What now?
The floors need to be swept again before you steam clean them.
Can I eat lunch first?
Oh, all right. But come back when you're done eating, don't just watch TV and then take a nap. What's for lunch, anyway?
>=l Don't interrupt. I do that because I can't find mayo without lemon or 'natural flavors' (which is most likely lemon), and it's suprisingly good, especially if I eat it on tortilla chips. You know, because wheat-free.
Yes, yes, hurry up, we have floors to do.
*running off*
Ok, I'm back.
What did you watch?
12 Monkeys, the movie. I think the James Cole character is more realistic in the movie than in the series. I like the movie for not trying to change the past, assuming the past is locked into place, but I like the series for experimenting with trying not to change the plasticity of timelines but still trying to change the outcome.
Don't turn this into a review.
Sorry. What's next?
Get the floor ready. Get it picked up and swept so you can try out the new Shark Pro.
Yay! *running off*
Ok, floor's all cleared out and swept, I'm going back to the movie.
Wait, what?
You know I can't sit there that long. I paused at the kidnapping scene. And I'm tired again, I'm going to put my feet up for a few minutes. Been a long couple of weeks. I'll be back, I promise.
I'll believe it when I see it. Don't forget your tea steeping in the microwave.
Oh, yeah.
You know, if I ever made a movie I'd be sure there would be no glaring inconsistencies, like establishing time traveling naked being a thing but clothes still disappearing with the body later.
Are you back for good this time? We doing this?
Yeah, I think I'm ready now.
Good. Look through the manual and make sure you know what you're doing.
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What?
I just want to mention that for all the awesomely well thought out packaging and ease of use device inventing, I was underwhelmed by how nonintuitive and challenging filling that little tank was, particularly for a person like me. Just putting it out there.
Are you done complaining? Plug it in and go to town.
That. Was. Awesome.
Good. I noticed you enjoyed it. Go rest again now.