July 18 - Lisa's Musings (on Where Do Sundays Go) and Every Day Life

It's 6:45 p.m., I've been up for 12 hours, but I have no idea where the day went.

In the Sunday papers, I read about a crew of divers who found a shipwreck with 230-year-old bottles of champagne and they drank one before they got back to shore. Ya gotta love it. A wine expert says that bottle was worth $68,000, so I hope they enjoyed it thoroughly. And that its price isn't deducted from their pay.

So, reading the papers took maybe an hour -- and that's probably pushing it. Sunday papers aren't as interesting as they used to be.

Flowers were watered, the dishes I hand washed last night were put away; but I still need to unload the dishwasher.

I did three loads of wash, worked out, and took a shower.

The dogs were let out. The dogs were let in. The dogs were let out. The dogs were let in ... probably four or five times.

I made myself a yummy leftover real turkey sandwich with stuffing and cooked up some vegetables for the dogs. They've had dinner and mine's cooking.

And I worked on my cat magazine. But I didn't get very far. Everything I tried to do took twice as long as it should have. And, I let a few PR flackies have it via e-mail for not including any useful information about products that their clients are trying to sell.

There was a bunch of e-mail to deal with, bills were paid for the rest of the month and whoosh -- the day's over.

I didn't go anywhere.

I didn't do anything fun.

But I guess I did get a lot done.

So perhaps that's where my Sunday went.