WTF, It's Monday

It's hot. It's humid. I'm late to the office because I took some time this morning to vacuum -- not my job, but we're about knee-deep in dog hair, dust and dander. And to unload/load the dishwasher. And to do a little dusting. (Also not my job, but see above.) I'm already tired and sleep-deprived, and I still have twelve pages to go to reach today's goal -- and I haven't even opened the file yet!

Yep, it's Monday.

Saturday I went shopping with Rober to buy a new holster. (Bad puppy ate part of the old one.) Let me grab the first Harry Potter book to read while you're in the store, I said. Gun stores aren't my favorite place to hang out. I've got my nine, a holster, a rug, extra clips. It may be old, but it's a great gun. It'll still kill an intruder dead. And unlike the males in this family, I've got no interest in having more than one gun, so gun stores aren't my favorite place to hang out.

So I hurried into the front room -- if we were snootier, we'd call it our library, since it's where 90% of our books are housed -- and began looking on the shelves for the matching set of six hardcover Harry Potter books. These are not small books. The longer Rowling writes, the longer she writes. Two walls filled with books, and I couldn't find the HP books. (So I read a magazine while Robert took thirty minutes to buy a holster almost identical to the old one and shoot the shit with the off-duty cops inside.)

After working all day Sunday, I was determined to locate those books. Okay, so I'm a crappy housekeeper. Could I really be so crappy that six big hardcover books could disappear into the debris? Sad answer: yes. But not in this case. I finally found them -- on a chair in the same room, underneath another stack of hardcovers waiting for shelf space and behind a stack of old record albums waiting for -- who the hell knows? For vinyl to make a comeback?

(Let's throw them away, I suggest. But what if we want to listen to them? Robert asks. On what? I counter. We don't own a record player! My mother doesn't own a record player, which means they have gone the way of the dinosaurs.)

Anyway, I've now reread the first Harry Potter, and will start on #2 after work this evening. Presuming that I ever get to work. And hopefully, by the time the new HP comes out, I'll be caught up and all the details will be fresh in my mind.

Yep, it's that funny. My mind is a scary -- and forgetful -- place.

Later, gaters!

Rachel10:14 AM