Sunday

I had a normal day. WHAT? I had a normal day. Sunday. Wake up with my grandson and have rice and scrambled eggs. Get ready for church and go to church. Come home. Sit down in front of the t.v. and fall promptly asleep waking to catch bits and pieces of whatever my husband is watching. Eat a couple of times. Spend a little bit of time on the laptop. Go to mom's for about an hour. Come home ready to go to bed early. Don't go to bed early. Sort through a drawer of my desk. Spend some more time on the computer checking bus schedules and paying auto tax on-line. Check work schedule and assign myself a couple of more hours despite a hectic day tomorrow without those hours. Decide to do a bit of a chat up on this blog and then prepare for bed. Wake-up time is 6:30 and I just realized I did not buy the yogurt for my morning smoothie! Drat and Darn! A normal day. Chaos lingering around the edges but it can wait for another day. I can't find my car keys. But that is normal for me. Every day, it seems, I am looking for something I have lost. Time for meds and bed. Everything is groovy! If I could figure out how to put the you tube videos on here I would play the one by Simon and Garfunkel...."Hello, lamp post, what'cha doing........(words I don't know) feeling groovy!"