I deliberately set the alarm for a half-hour earlier than usual because tonight we change the clocks ahead an hour and I figure if I get up a half-hour earlier today, and a half-hour earlier tomorrow, by Monday I'll be on the right time. Or something like that.
It's technically 10:20 so not my bedtime yet, but Himself has changed all the clocks in the house (except my computer, which he's forbidden to touch, lol) so my mind is already confused - kind of its normal state of affairs.
I didn't accomplish much today, in some ways. We took pictures of some things we want to sell on eBay, I did some sorting / packing (the new totes were burning a hole in my closet, ha ha). Himself watched the Formula I qualifying races from Australia. I sat with him (always do, when it's race weekend) tho I mostly worked on a sudoku, just glancing up occasionally so I could follow what was happening. Tomorrow it will be about three hours of that. On the one hand I sort of feel as tho I could be doing something much more productive with that chunk of time, but it's become a tradition now of long standing, and I enjoy the puzzles or knitting or reading or whatever relaxing activity I choose to do with the time while keeping Himself company, so I'm looking forward to it. The work will still be there Monday when I get back to it.
No more calls from the realtors - hope I haven't jinxed the process here or something. I know some of you have said it took months to sell your houses, so I am trying to practice patience. Really is an antsy thing tho, ain't?
Re Nutty Joe: well, I must be getting used to him. Hubby said he had been tapping at the window a full forty minutes before I woke up and heard him. ('course, after yesterday, I was pretty tired!) Joe has discovered my office window (my office / library is next to the bedroom, so it wasn't much of a stretch, I guess). Since both windows face the same direction it makes me even more sure that it has something to do with reflection, either of the light or of himself or something that has made Joe become obsessive with trying to fly thru / at the window panes.
When I came in here this morning and saw him fluttering around I turned on the ceiling light. He flew away and didn't come back - well, not to this one. I didn't think to check the bedroom window. Now, that's no solution for the bedroom, because darned if I'm going to turn the light on early, so I still might resort to the foil trick and see if it works. But I'm also thinking that changing the clocks may mean he's at the window an hour later than he has been, so it might not disturb me anyway. Sooner or later, I figure either the light will shift, or he'll find a Mrs Joe, or something, and go live his little birdie life. Meanwhile, if worst comes to worst, I'll turn the light on in the room.
And that's it, really. I dislike getting so far behind on the things I usually do (keeping up with you all here on SP, reading blogs, checking out the message boards, etc) but for the nonce, I don't think there's much I can do about it, so I'm not letting it stress me out. Do forgive, and I will be writing reams of responses and opinions and what-not before you know it. I sincerely appreciate your comments and replies - I learn so much from you all, and I am so grateful.
Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!
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