After an indolent day of housechores, it's back to a major work push. This is "grant-writing-hell mode," where the word processor (and web work) call loudly... at any hour as the ideas ovulate.... so the best one can do is put on the pretty bathrobe, gather nutrition and pets, and ride the work/nap rhythm till the deadline is met. TBTG for good movies on the DVR ydy to pace those housechores. I got a lot done-- and the BTW nightgowns are getting loose again.

That reminds me-- stereotypes. Hardi and I both assumed I was "afraid" to be seen naked. It turns out I just prefer deep, velvety darkness, because I have unusually vivid night vision in the dark. The cure? Cheap sunglasses. Maybe that is what ZZ Top meant! :~)

I got so much done this past week (painlessly, one tiny bit at a time as I passed by clutter on the way OUT) that Hardi has begun vacuuming. TBTG he has learned to do it when I can't hear it. No, I don't care how he does it-- the SOUND makes me as nuts as it makes the dog! :~)

~Susan