Sunday, March 9, 2014
We changed the clocks last night, losing an hour of sleep in the process, as I'm sure you know. On top of drinking tea when we had supper (yes, I should have known better), that meant that this chickie got next to no sleep last night, and what sleep I got was the lousy sleep of my past. So, as well as already knowing today was going to fly by, it was now going to drag by because I'm tired out of my skull. Wonderful.
The alarm went off, as it does on Sundays, at nine. I hit snooze and hit snooze and hit snooze. Ron finally came in and made me get moving at quarter til ten. I was already telling myself to get with it, but his reminder made me actually move. We leave for church at 10, so it really was time for me to get going!
Church seemed to take forever, of course, as it always seems to do this first Spring morning after the time change. And after church, after I sell raffle tickets for the picture once again, we are going down to LaRosa's for a fundraiser for the March of Dimes. We have been looking forward to this for quite a while, and it's finally here! Of course, we didn't realize it was gonna be the day of the time change, but I guess that's our fault. Off we go. Josh and his family met us there, and we had a very nice lunch. They all got medium pizzas, and Ron and I got calzones and garlic bread. We got the 3-cheese (or is it 4-cheese? I don't remember), and we both chose pepperoni and sausage. He chose black olives as his third choice, while I got mushrooms as mine. Neither of us like LaRosa's pizza sauce, so we gave our dipping sauce cups to Corgan for his pizza. He was a happy boy.
We went down to the Verizon store to get some business taken care of with all of us present. Between Ron and Chelle's work, it's hard to find time to do stuff like that when places are open and we're all together, but it fell in place today, thank God. One down, six zillion to go.
Ron and I came home and he went out into the garage and piddled around the rest of the afternoon. He even took his motorcycle (his bike, his true mistress) out for a spin! Then, around seven, he came in wondering about supper. I didn't even realize it was that late! I made him the cabbage dish in the Dutch Oven with the smoked sausage in it, cooking it a little over medium so it would be done at eight. He sat at the table and piddled around with some of his guitars. I laughed at him. I told him, "like if we have a yard sale, you'd really sell some of those!" He grunted.
I made me a can/bowl of chicken noodle soup for my supper, because I had already entered lunch into MFP, and I had less than 200 calories to spare for supper. But, with only having soup, I made it, with 45 calories to spare. I suppose I could have got off my lazy ass and got some exercise in, but -- nah -- not me, not on a Sunday like this.
I'm going to bed early tonight! I'm meeting my sister tomorrow, and gotta give her books...
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