The Minion is standing to my right, talking into my ear through a paper towel roll tube quoting Monty Python's Holy Grail. "We are the Knights who say'NIE!'" Now it's "This is Sparta!" from "300". Now it's "Voldemort, Voldemort, oh Voldi, Voldemort" ( sung to 'Lollipop'). Somehow I am unaffected because I have had half a bottle of Pinot Noir ( on sale ). I started my day by not warming up the van and stripping the gears on the windshield wipers. We had snow (fuck) and melt, which means frozen blades. You would think I would remember this stuff. Oh no. I flip the wipers on. Bad juju. No wipers. Well, there were wipers, but they were flailing off the van. So then I have to meet the Oil Man at my mother's house at 8am. She'll be released from broken-leg-rehab next week. Her fuel assistance doesn't come through for a few more weeks so I have them put $200 ( i.e 60 gallons) into the tank and hope that it stays warm during the day so when she gets home she won't become statistic. So the wipers. Did I mention the vehicle needs to be inspected by...tomorrow? A local mechanic ( extremely jovial and pleasant for 8:30 am ) says: : "Well, hon, bring it on in at 10:30 and we'll get you all fixed up." And they did. And they inspected the van. Normally I would take offense at the "hon" thing...today I wanted to be a desperate-help me chick. And then I did the laundrymat thing. And then juggled what the frick else. And I remember to buy candy even though we don't get Trick or Treater's ... but you never know. So I get what we'll devour. Oh and I got a screaming headache at 9am. I took Tylenol at 1pm when I got home. Then I made brownies from scratch. Before I opened the wine. What was I thinking? My morning was Hell.
I did not cook dinner. It was "graze" night. I opened the wine. Watched Barack's 30 minutes from last evening on the computer. And I feel that I compressed my 'to-do" list into all day today. I think I need to buy wine more often.