I am having one of those mornings where -- so far, at any rate -- I have been unable to drag myself to full consciousness. Forcing me to toss down two cups of high-test in an attempt to get my sorry (though adorable) butt into gear -- a rarity, as more than one fully-caffeinated cup tends to get me rocking back and forth in my seat, autistic-like. This morning's infusions have hardly shown up on my nervous system's radar screen.
Patience. Tranquility. Blahblahblah.
The upside: the demands of the day don't require more of me than:
a) bringing some recycling to one of the neighborhood drop-off points (Done.) b) picking up a paper (Done.) c) picking up some groceries (Done.) d) picking up new pair black fishnet stockings (sorry, that was from the to-do list of a character in an Almodóvar film I saw yesterday.) d) doing a bit of writing (You're reading it.) e) doing some schoolwork (er... soon... right after I finish this.) (no, really.)
And a handful of other items. Nothing earthshaking, nothing that should challenge my basic motor functions too strenuously.
