Do you ever think about the basic facts of your day? I can't say that I usually do, but I'm sitting here, alternately writing an assignment for my students, working on an assignment of my own, checking my e-mail, and reading blogs, and I start to hear this noise. A small, phlegmy-sounding noise. I'm like, What in the world is that?
Oh, it's P.J. She's snoring on the back of the chair about a dozen feet away. And, for some unknown reason, this makes me think, I'm sitting in my house with a snoring cat. What else do I have to say for myself today? What I've come up with isn't impressive:
-- I'm on Mt. Dew number 3. (Yeah, it's that kind of day.)
-- Still wearing the fleece pants and t-shirt I slept in, despite having gone to the chiropractor this morning.
-- Oh, and I'm wearing Brad's one-size-fits-all men's bathrobe. (Very comfy.) Spent half the morning wearing the coat I'd thrown on to go to the chiropractor, so this seems like a step in the right direction.
-- For lunch, I ate pistachios. More than I usually eat for lunch, but still nothing to cheer about.
-- My socks don't match.
-- There's a random black glove sitting next to me on the couch.
And my cat is snoring. It's just about the cutest thing (next to this sweet strange breathing Fuzzy was doing last week while laying on me - I videotaped it with my phone), and I have no idea why it's motivated me to think about the absurdity of my day, but there it is.