For the second day in a row, Charlie woke me up. The minute I stir (which doesn’t mean I’m awake or have any intention of getting up), she starts wandering around and miaowing. I’ve gotten up before the alarm both days. Bleah.

I had a chiro appt, and then I picked up a new contact lens and bought stuff at Target (mostly cleaning supplies—I felt like such a hausfrau—but also a pair of sparkly earrings to go with a necklace, and a sparkly hair clip of flowers and leaves) and picked up prescriptions and did more food shopping.

I worked on the GP in the afternoon, but it’s still not done. Phooh. I still had a few missing things to track down. I can easily get it done tomorrow morning, but still. I hate being this late with it, even if it’s not entirely because of being away.

Maren came over in late afternoon, and we checked out the potential site for Harvest Tournament, which we’re co-stewarding. We had dinner at a Thai place—the Tom Yum Goong soup was nice and spicy, even though I ordered medium (I think their version of hot might be a little scary). Stuffed to the gills, we came back and watched the recent Disney version of _A Wrinkle in Time_. It started quite well, but got rather cheesy towards the end. I got a little bored with it. The book is of course far better, and now I have to read it again. It’s like a good friend, or a warm snuggly bed.

Now I’m just tired. I should sleep. I don’t know why I’m still up, really. I guess I’m still so behind, and I keep thinking of one more thing to do.

Still up. Discovered six (!!) phone messages from when I was gone. Ken just saved them, not leaving me a note about them. Of course, most of them were for him, but still.

Why am I still up?