It should be called Whoosh Wednesday because time is just whooshing away for me. I feel as if I've wasted the past two days on fussing about Life and niggles and getting nothing much accomplished.
Cottage, busy days are great especially when you get lots of stuff accomplished. It sounds to me as if you need a Harvard Planner to keep your life and work organized.
Autumn Rose, think outside the box for breakfast. I often have leftover chicken or other meat with sliced tomatoes. Chili, stew or soup work fine too. When you get to Phase II, there'll be more choices, of course.
At the moment I have a handsome 6'3" ex RCMP (Mountie) sleeping upstairs - in the guestroom, of course!
Cousin Peter decided the Island sleeping arrangements were too crowded and is going to stay here nights for the week. He got here around eight last night and we sat and talked family until after one. He is madly in love with Disney and Hershey remembers him well as the guy with the boat that goes to the Island, a fun place for dogs. Peter lives out in Alberta and is just visiting for the week. His mother, my Aunt Rose, is in her mid-nineties and just moved into a nursing home. Peter is driving a van full of her furniture back out west next week and wants me and the dogs to come along! Oy! Anyhow, he's a fun guy and will be amusing himself during the day at the Island or in Ottawa and just be here at night.
So today I'll finally get some plants potted up for the sale and get my baking organized. The Hyper Pypers are going to come up for a day on their boat today or tomorrow so I'll get some food organized. The local techie for the TV satellite is going to see if he can fix my problem without climbing onto the roof and my barn contractor is going to put up my missing shutters that I finally picked up yesterday.
Not sure what time Peter will get up and want breakfast so I'm going to just get on with the day until he stirs. It looks like we finally have a summer's day - about time!
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Cat, the "puppy olympics" are too funny! It makes me miss the days when I had puppies around. Hersh and Lucy had litters 14 days apart which called for pretty tricky management but lots of fun.