To each his own. To me my own.

Regroup thyself

Well I was up very early again this morning. The sun’s rays shining through the blinds made it too inviting to hang out in a bed.

Upon arriving home yesterday, the only thing on my agenda was to take a nap. A long one. Instead, from out of nowhere came this burst of, shall I say it… could it really be… Energy?? Boy, has it been a long time since that’s happened. Usually when a burst of energy hits it’s due to an event that’s triggered it. In any case, I took full advantage of my little adrenaline gift.

My little Camille was SO glad to see me. You see, it’s Sunday morning now and she’s still attached at my hip. She literally won’t let me out of her sight – from room to room, she’s there. And so vocal, I really wish I knew what she was trying to communicate to me. As in previous trips I’ve taken, she hopped on top of my travel bag and looked up at me as if to say “You’re not goin’ nowhere else mama, unless I go with ya.”

I got busy with unpacking, which is such an easy chore for me. What takes me a whole day to pack I can unpack and reorganize in 10 minutes flat or less, cosmetics and toiletries included. Plus, I needed to get my bag tucked away in the closet since Camille associates it with me leaving (I’m serious). From there, I got a few loads of laundry started, stripped the bed and put clean sheets on it, and cleaned my bathroom including tub and shower curtain. I know I said this about sweatpants yesterday, but whoever invented Clorox Cleanup with Bleach is a God. I basically use it for all my cleaning, and it works. I could be a spokesperson.

Christmas tree and decorations still out. Oh no, I can’t have that. Now this is something I always dread, although, like unpacking, it’s much easier than the actual decorating. I got everything packed back up and placed in the utility room until that time rolls around again in about 300 some-odd days. But that’s not something I’m gonna think about tomorrow or any other time soon.

I’d laid meat out in the fridge last night knowing I was going to cook my infamous chili. Before I’d even bothered to take a look at myself in the mirror this morning, I was chopping onions, peppers, garlic and the like. Chili is one thing I’m good at, no questions asked. I love making use of the various ingredients, with the end result all coming together in an ever-so-tasteful hot blend, oh yes, Hot. A friend and I were talking this morning about having ones chili hot enough. She told me of when she was at the beach and brought her son back some hot sauce called ‘Ass Blasters’. She said it came packaged in a little wooden outhouse box. Needless to say, I’m still cracking up over that one!

With the thermometer outside right now stuck at a mere 23º F, I believe this today to be a stay-inside, maybe movie, maybe book, but definitely hot chili and lovin’ on my furbaby day. 🙂


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