Once again, my blog is degenerating into late post after late post, whining about how tired I am. But, hey, when I make a late post, I often do it on the laptop (dining room table top, as regular readers may recall), and I am reminded how much fun ten-fingered typing is. I must purchase a new laptop. That might be worth a blog post.
Be all that as it may, I was indeed too tired to make a post yesterday, and I was too tired to go for a walk this morning. If I was being less kind to myself, I could substitute lazy for tired, so you may may what judgements you like. I got home from work tired but had things I needed to do. Of course I did not do all of them, but I showered (an absolute necessity, given my job and the summer weather) and did a load of laundry (also a necessity if I did not want to wear dirty pants to work) (they are just going to get dirty again, but you’ll have that). Then my husband, Steve, and I headed to Basloe Library in Herkimer, NY to vote.
I am not really adept with my cell phone.
After we voted, I took an ussie, specifically for blogging purposes. I was truly sorry to leave the library without pausing to look for a book or two, but we were hungry. Accordingly, we went to Salvatore’s Pizzeria and Restaurant. Steven got a bacon cheeseburger while I, tempted by the special, got a calzone with three toppings. I picked meatballs, mushrooms, and black olives. The reason I went for the meatballs was that I knew we would have a large amount leftover and Steven likes meat on pizza and such-like (isn’t a calzone just a folded-up pizza?).
Back home, all I wanted to do was sit on the couch and watch an episode of Dateline (love that Keith Morrison). At least I crocheted while I watched, so it was not completely unproductive. I really must up my crochet game and make more things than afghans, but that is for another day.
In the meantime, I see I am over 300 words. I call that more than respectable for a late Tired Tuesday post. Later on, I will strive not to Wuss Out on Wednesday, but as usual, no promises. And just as an aside, why did I not dub it Wimp-out Wednesday? Any thoughts?
(Ooh, 400 words! Score!)
Mohawk Valley Girl 