huff and puff . . .

i'm pretty much a home-body.  it's where i am most comfortable.  but the world keeps moving whether i want it to or not, so at 8:15 a.m. i was loping down the aisles of Publix, tossing condiments, shrimp, paper towels, cuties and bok choy into my cart along with a special order of a dozen ciabatta rolls. 

by 9:40 Joanie and i were trucking through the local neighborhoods hoping to stave off the ravages of old age.  11:00, found me stuffing my face with a lovely Virginia baked ham sammie with pepper mayo sauce and baby romaine.

by 11:53  i was cleaned up and headed for the library.  it seems i had expired. not i.  12:12 p.m. and i am the proud owner of seven spray guards for the back sprinkler heads.  yeah.that.was.exciting.not. very.  12:42  and i was picking up shampoo at the salon.  1:34 i was returning a damaged frame to Michael's,  2:03 . . .  kidlet's newest script was tucked safely in my pocketbook.

whew!  breathe.

at 6:40, i will pick up Joanie and head to our camera club meeting.

8:30 will find stir fry and rice simmering on plates ready for dinner.

this is the minutia of my world.  the stuff that requires my attention.  the business of life that no one remembers unless they write it down. but really, WTH.