The problem with cooking dinner in the crock-pot is that it frees you up from having to cook at the end of the day – which is only a problem if you are trying to avoid doing something else.
I can hear YaYa screaming with delight from the neighbor’s pool. Although he is two doors down, I can hear him as if he was right beside me. If there was ever any fear of him drowning, while out of my sight, those fears have been disappeared. To think that his teacher actually wondered if he had a problem with voice projection.
YaYa’s return home promised dinner followed by a trip to the gym for me. It’s cross training day, and I am far from enthusiastic about anything that involves getting up from the couch. The SATC episodes are collecting up again, so I begin clearing out the queue hoping for a little motivation (or at least a laugh).
The thing that I find most intriguing about SATC is the word play created by the main character writing her column for the week. I think that it’s really clever. So, while the show may offer little motivation in the area of getting off the couch for a cross training session, it may at least motivate me to write.
Hours later, I find myself tired from my cross training session, yet out of bed. Somehow, the time did pass. I’m exhausted, but whenever I go upstairs to bed, the dog begins barking. It gets under my skin so intensely that I am driven to go to him, pour a bowl of water at him, or anything else. He is winning the battle. He wags his tail, happy to have my attention. All I can think of is taking him to the pound. Even better, I can just let him out the front door and he can find his own way.
Oh, I sure hope that the time passes slowly so that I can get some sleep. I’ve already watched and deleted all of the SATC episodes. Morning, please sleep in tomorrow; I’m not ready to take on another day.