It is impossible to be in two places at once.  Then why is it that everyone expects me to be everywhere at the same time?

     I’ve had one of those weekends where I felt as though I should be at least two people.  Track shoes included.  Batteries aren’t included, so much for extra energy.

     I’d no sooner get started on one thing when The Curmudgeon or the dogs insisted I assist them in doing something else.  The most frequent demand came from the dogs.  “Momma we need to go out!”

     I ran the stairs so many times I swear I should have dropped at least ten pounds.  I have three more stair runs to do for sure yet tonight.  Holy cow.

     Is it no wonder that I’d love to have a one story home?  Or, at least, a home where most of the work is on the same floor. 

     You all have a good one!