Bitten by the Domesticity Bug
This doesn't happen often, this attack of domesticity.
I got up and knitted for an hour before coffee. I'm up to row 93 of chart D on Lilac Time.
Then I made coffee, knitted a bit more, and apparently went into hyperdrive.
The child woke up and ate some breakfast. He is reading Anne McCaffrey's Pern books, and said something about fire lizards. I said, "Ha, for a second I thought you said butter lizards."
Instantly he imagined and began telling me the Natural History of the Butter Lizard, what it looked like, how much butter it ate, and how it got into the butter. Fascinating.
Since he was out of his bed I stripped it and stuffed sheets and light laundry into the washer.
I did a water exchange in the tank of the ailing orange fish and fed both fish. We fed dogs. I put fresh sheets on the bed, carried the clean laundry outside in the sun, and hung it on the clothesline.
I ran the washer through its Clean cycle. I got online and did some moderating on a couple of Yahoo groups. I read Girl Genius.
We had some lunch. I went outside and got the mail and the newspaper, then I ended up pulling myrtle that's trying to take over the lawn for over half an hour. (Really, how does the stuff get everywhere so fast?)
Then I went inside and made a batch of bread. While it rose, I washed and washed and washed dishes.
Oh, yeah. The dishwasher broke a couple of weeks ago. It needs a new drain solenoid. I ordered a new drain solenoid. It hasn't come yet.
Then I baked the bread and read the paper and went for a walk outside with the kid until black flies drove us indoors.
I hate black flies.
The weather is gorgeous. It's gorgeous outside, sunny, with a mild breeze. Flowers are blooming, leaves are just starting to expand, and it's lovely to be outside.
I really hate black flies. Thank goodness for window screens.
I went out and snatched the laundry off the line to fold indoors. Now I am really, really tired, and the house smells great. Fresh bread and clean sheets.
Oh, yeah, and a dog that apparently caught something in the grass right next to the fence and has gas that would fell an ox.