The Daily: Is the Alarm Set?

Monday, March 21, 2022

4:30 am: I am awake. When is the alarm going to go off? Did I set the alarm? How much longer do I have until I have to wake up? It's Monday, this is what happens to me every Monday.

5:00 am: Now the alarm. It's Monday.

5:13 am: Howard Stern is back, thank God. Now I have something to take my mind off of how stiff my back is as I jog on the treadmill. 

6:57 am: Kids in the shower, time for coffee. Alright, let's do this...taking this workweek by storm, bitches!

7:10 am: Watching a neighborhood wild cat catching a gopher in the neighbors recently mowed yard. Wow, talk about taking the week on. Do your thing cat.

7:46 am: Dropped the kid off at school, I watched him while he waited for a friend to get their bike out of the back seat of their dad's Mazda car. A bike in the back seat of a Mazda, I would never put my kids bike in the back seat of my car...that kid's dad is a better parent than I am, for sure.

8:10 am: Supermarket trip. People need food, the supermarket has food, well, kind of, the shelves still have bare spots where the groceries have yet to return from the start of Covid. When is that going to stop?

9:08 am: Published article on The News With No Sound, Apple has finally caught up with the mask wearing and you can now open your phone while wearing a mask...after the mask mandates have been dropped. Thank you Apple.

9:30 am: Finished getting my self presentable for the day (in which I will not see another person besides my husband and son, but I want them to think I look nice). Dug through the closet looking for a book that I think I still have...maybe, maybe not.

10:01 am: Carried all the inside house plants outside to drench them with hose water and carefully used the hose in hopes that I didn't break the bib again and water would drench me (and the yard and the neighbors yard, like what happened two weeks ago).

10:44 am: Sitting down to write. Looking for a new story. Published a short essay here on the blog about a memory I hate. I truly hate this memory, you can read it here for yourself and you'll see why: Memories I Hate: That Lady at the Surf Shop

12:15 pm: Eating lunch with my husband, watching Vikings Valhalla, and it is moving painfully slow. Hey Netflix, people watch shows about Vikings for the battle scenes not the accents, let's go already.

1:26 pm: Getting ready to pick the kid up from school, leaving early to swing by my favorite place to shop for movies and books...the Library. Also, the market, I of course forgot something this morning...celery you sneaky vegetable.

1:41 pm: The neighbor just came to the door and I froze on the couch and didn't dare make a move until I heard him leave, don't you wish you lived next door?

2:15 pm: Stopped at the market to grab that celery for dinner and they had party cake flavored Peeps, when will the Easter candy parade end? 

2:34 pm: Walking the dog, not much happening around the school neighborhood today. Only one car drove by holding down it's horn for an excessive amount of time, I'll take it.

3:37 pm: Party cake flavored Peeps have convinced me that everything should come in a party cake flavor, best Peeps thus far. Oh, and the neighbor caught me outside when I pulled in the driveway, so hiding from him earlier did me no good.

5:53 pm: Dinner is ready early. What is going on here? I should buy a lottery ticket or some other kind of lucky thing that people do when things are going their way.

7:25 pm: All the chores done for the day, thankfully because Mondays mean that I am ready for bed at 8 pm. I won't actually get to go to bed at 8, but I'll be ready to.

8:47 pm: This is it for me folks, about a quarter to nine is the best I can do today, I am more and more of a granny everyday. I am okay with that.