I have one of those every so often. Days when I tell friends that I'm booked up and can't go out and play. Days when I do (or at least start) the "stuff" that I'm always thinking of wistfully when I'm stuck in the office 5 days a week.

Today I cleaned the bathroom (floor, counters, mirrors, toilet, and medicine cabinet). Cleaned the mirror in the hallway and the sliding glass doors, including removing the sticky residue of glue still decorating them from Christmas '04. Gave the living room a lick-and-a-promise dusting and the same in my bedroom. Carried out trash. Cleaned out the I'm never going to eat this remnants of food in the refrigerator. The table in my bedroom is now tidy, but only because I got sick of it all and dumped everything in a box. The kitchen floor still awaits my attention.

Then I went out and bought two photo albums (A sale! Twofers!) because if I don't organize all of those photos into albums one day soon, not only will it never get done, but I'll forget who all of those people are anyhow. Sadly, I'm too tired to start that project today. Or maybe just too lazy.

With the exception of the bathroom, the place isn't "clean" but it's at least cleaner, so that's something. I no longer have to worry that something I pull out of the refrigerator is going to poison me. And looking out the doors at the gloriously sunny day is mighty-fine. (Or, was before the sun moved over the mountains.)

I love the spring and summer evenings, when it stays light longer. When I get home from work, it's still light out for hours and I get things done. (Oddly enough, for someone who is so totally not a morning person, I really don't function as well without natural light.)

I hate the first day of Daylight Savings because it's so short. I need all my weekend hours! Daylight Savings should start on Monday. At 9:00, to give us all a shorter workday.

But it should definitely keep ending on a weekend. Because longer weekend days are what we need.

Today I ate a handful of corn chips, a handful of potato chips, a handful of nuts, and two bite-sized chocolates. "Meals" like that are why I'm constantly having to go back on the diet.

Later this evening, I will be indulging in Hour Night, otherwise known as Hour Night In the Bathroom. I will hot-oil my hair, give myself a facial and a pedicure, inspect my eyebrows for any rebel hairs, and exfoliate in the shower, all followed up with a creamy smooth application of skin cream.

I love Me Day.

The only thing I didn't get get started was drawing. I swore to myself that I'd start practicing again. In spite of my instructor's preference for almost anything but my preferred, near-photographic approach, I was having a lot of fun with that game. I really do want to get back to it.

Maybe next weekend. (Or one evening this week! It will be light!)

Update: Then I spent three hours sorting old photos into photo albums. I may never look at them again, but by gosh they're organized!