Fuzzy

Ever have one of those mornings when you are awakened way too suddenly and you can't remember anything? SandyPoodle BOUNCED me out of a perfectly good dream, which of course was completely forgotten when I saw the blurry numbers on the clock....oh NO!

I hate to be LATE. I'm late, right? GAH!

Then I had to think really hard. What DAY is this? Where am I supposed to be? Who am I, really? (Obviously the first sign of Sleep Deprived, Caffeine addicted Dementia....induced, no doubt by knitting way too late with HGTV Holiday specials in the background. Very Bad Idea. I briefly thought about making my own pinecones out of forty two million small pieces of triangular ribbon, pinned to styrofoam ovoids...didn't you?)

Play forty-seven games of throw the little pink ball for the Poodle, while trying to find my Glasses and the coffee mug. (In that order, people. I have learned the hard way to Always Locate my Glasses FIRST. Drinking coffee out of a mug that might have been used for an HGTV project or an oil painting emergency can be Fatal. Really. Cadmium aint good for ya.)

Brain kicks in and suggests that the Computer will know what day and time it is AND prolly have a copy of a schedule or something sensible. Drink more coffee, turn on computer, continue to throw the ball for the Poodle...

OH.

See? I have MAIL. From people who LOVE me just the way I am, fuzzy and anxious, surrounded by too much yarn and a manic poodle.

So? You might be wondering, where was I supposed to be?

Right here. Right now.

Breathing Deeply and Drinking Coffee from my *Don't let the TURKEYS get you down* mug.

Not so much bravery, as faith, indeed.

Oh, and um, it's Thursday, right?

That means I get to see the Boy bird this afternoon for bagels and a bookstore run.

All that other stuff on the Sensible Schedule? I'm on it.

Just in case you are wondering WHY in the world there have not been any adorable Poodle Princess Pictures lately, I'm ALMOST over the Groomer trauma. Almost. Not enough to talk about it, but maybe tomorrow, K?

Comments

[Debbie]

Hi Sandy. Mom knit me a cuddly scarf in orange and pink to cover up for my bad foo foo days. She's bad with the camera so I have tobug Rachelto take a photo. I am getting so gray these days...time for the L'oreal bottle.

[claudia]

*You* may be almost over groomer trauma, but is Sandy?

[Norma]

Oh NO, not the groomer trauma. Ohgod, been there, done that.