At the Last Minute

 I had a rather unorthodox birth.  I was three weeks overdue.  Mom was admitted to the hospital when she insisted that I was on the way, even though there were no signs of labor.  They were planning on inducing in the morning; instead, Mom felt the first pain, checked her watch, I came squirting out, she rang for the nurse, then checked her watch again.  18 minutes from first pain to hysterical nurse.

And that's how I've been my entire life - dawdle until I'm late and then do a mad dash.

So today - didn't sleep well last night.  Dozed on the couch until about 3 a.m. and then to bed for a few hours, so a bit groggy.  And the day just sort of went by.  That happens a lot to me - I'm thinking about what I should do, then I look at the clock and somehow it's 3 hours later.  On the whole, I didn't do much today other than chuck some stuff in the washing machine.

Then, about 6-ish, I thought I should at least do *something* and went out to the garden.  In the next two hours I weeded the garden, changed the AC filter (which involves moving the heavy-ass Victrola that has no place else to live), tidied up the back deck (it still held the detritus of my fleece-washing materials from a few weeks ago), cleaned the fish tank, made sugar syrup to finish off some homemade limoncello (last month Robert gave me some of his home distilled moonshine so I put the peels from the last of my lemons in it.  I'm visiting them tomorrow so I thought I would take it along) and wrestled the slip cover that I had washed back onto the couch*.

Imagine what could happen if I started earlier.  Oh, well.  And now it's after 8:30 so I should think about dinner.  I had a good lunch (Thai stir fry) so cheese and crackers it will be.  With an apple so it's healthy.

*I think my couch is starting to resemble an onion.  It's rather old; I've thought about replacing it but with a house full of cats it wouldn't stay new for very long.  And I'd have to have help dragging the old one out and putting the new one in.  After we'd had the couch for long enough that it was looking ragged, I made canvas slipcovers for it (I was fancy  - individual covers for each cushion plus one for the couch frame).  Even made them a second time when those got tired.  Third time is not a charm; instead I got one of those stretchy all-in-one covers.  But to keep that from becoming messed up by the cats I normally have an old sheet tossed on the couch.  So if you count - there is the original couch, the canvas layer, the stretchy layer, and a sheet.  Eventually this couch will become an archaeological site.