But really, I don’t have much of a desire to say it. Today is well, it’s Monday. Monday after we switched the clocks. I couldn’t fall asleep last night and today, I woke up too darn early. So maybe that’s why I don’t really have much of a focus or desire to do much of anything today.

My stomach is grumbling, but I don’t feel like making anything for lunch. Though I heard a commercial for a shamrock shake and damn if that didn’t sound like a grand idea.

I also have to do laundry today. And well, for those of us renters in SoCal, that means I have to lug all my crap to the laundromat. The good thing, I’m able to wash multiple large loads at once. The bad thing, I hate laundry. In fact, I still have two baskets full of clothes from the last two times I’ve done laundry that still need to be put away. And the hubs shirts need to be picked up from the cleaners. I’m so domesticated, I know.

More simple domestications…I still need to figure out what to do about dinner. The hubs leaves tomorrow for SXSW and will be gone for the week – don’t even get me started on the loooong hours he’s been working for these last couple of weeks working up to Southby. In fact, that was going to be a post of it’s own, but blah…no thanks. Any dinner suggestions? I’ll be able to run to the store while the laundry is going so we’ve got time here.

The accountant shot me an email this morning and told me that the disk I gave them with our QB wasn’t working. The gal tried to walk me through it, but since I’m Mac and they’re PC (which I think is the problem right there), there were some challenges. I figured that while I was out that way I’d also stop by Nordstrom to pick up some tinted moisturizer. Um…yeah, I left spending about $50 on new moisturizer, new eyeliner and she tried to sell me on a new facial soap (I talked her into a sample instead). So much for not shopping since having spent all that money on my dad a few weeks back. Oh well, I’m trying.

My desk is still a heaping, pile ‘o mes.  The to-be-shredded papers are driving me crazy.  Maybe I’ll take a picture of this disaster area.  I’m also still sick.  Yeah, this is fun.

And that, I do believe is it. Now I need to start writing up my workshop notes for Wednesday, respond to emails and after lunch-hour, I need to head on over to the dreaded laundromat (too many restaurants and not enough parking over there during lunch-hours). Maybe in the meantime I’ll catch up on my blogs…good lord I have 243 waiting for me in my reader!!!

I’m tired of being sick!  Mind you, I feel better.  But I’m still sick.  I still cough.  My coughing still wakes me up at night. I still have all sorts of gross crap floating around inside of me.  My head is still all sickly and floaty.  My ears still completely clog up just driving up the slightest incline.  Two rounds of antibiotics.  Seriously, this is enough all ready.

I’m also tired of not being able to kiss and snuggle with my husband. While it’s been three weeks and he hasn’t yet caught anything, because he has a lot going on at work and SXSW next week, we’re not taking any chances.  But come on, a chaste kiss on the cheek a couple times a day along  with the occasional hand holding just isn’t enough here.  We’re married!  We should get to, I don’t know, act like we’re married.

I told him that once he gets back from SXSW that we will, without a doubt, make up for our lost time.  Regardless of whether he might catch something.  And well, let’s be honest, by then, he’ll probably have caught whatever is going around anyway either on the plane, hanging around all those other people, a band he worked with, or some club he went to.  So by then, I’m off the contagious hook!!  Woohoo!

This is one of those situations where I marvel about how some folks do it.  Hats off to you parents!!  Really, I’m tired and it’s just me, trying to keep him from catching whatever sickness I might have.

We just had the strangest visitor at our front door. It’s this lady going door to door from the local cemetery on the other side of the freeway (where quite a few famous movie stars happen to be buried). She wanted to know if we’ve made our hereafter plans. Of course, we need to remember that property values increase (mind you, right now, the whole SoCal housing market is falling about).

So that got me thinking, do people buy and sell cemetery plots? So if someone asks them “so what do you do?” do they respond “I’m in real estate. I flip properties“? Which of course also makes me wonder if that might be a good way to get your foot in the real estate business? I mentioned the crazy So-Cal real estate market, right? Of course, the hubs pointed out that his dad used a “broker” to be their plots once his mom passed – and well, he didn’t seem to thrilled about my interest in the flipping market.
Kind of makes you wonder though, I mean eventually, we are going to run out of land here.  Then what happens?  Do we start building sub-divisions on cemeteries? Do we build skyscraper mausoleums?  And why do we insist on putting people in the ground (or in a wall) for the remainder of their physical existence?  Cremation and being tossed into the ocean by a loved one sounds like a much better plan to me.