This past week has definitely left me feeling temporally discombobulated--and not just by what time it is during the day, but what day it is.

I think I have reset all the clocks. At least I've reset the ones I see frequently. (Drat--I haven't done the watches. Well, I'll take care of them as I use them.)

My cats are in the computer room and just finishing up their post-supper baths. Now it's time for naps.

Unless I make food noises in the kitchen, that is.

Weather is gorgeous, although there's a bit too much breeze for burning stuff. If my hip cooperates, I hope to get a bunch of that done on "home" days.

There's something about the warming weather that seems to energize me. I'd also like to do some clean-up of the street, which got more than a little muddy with the ditch-cleaning. I have azaleas up there which need weeding around them, and also some trimming. That, however, will wait till they have bloomed.

And, I need to get started on another mind candy book so I have something to read at work at lunch. (I have at least half a dozen candidates sitting around.) The N. K. Jemison book will have to wait a bit--it won't fit comfortable in my backpack.

So, another IUD, but a very pleasant one.