Watching some old reruns of Murder She Wrote the past few weeks has given me some smiles. I enjoy seeing some of the big stars that were guest stars.

The same goes for many other old shows I sometimes watch late at night.

Do you have any favorite oldies but goodies that you watch?

When I feel like I have the energy to get some yard work done, it’s too freaking hot out. After an hour I am wiped out.

When I want to work inside, The Curmudgeon complains.

“The Vacuum is too loud.”

Really? Tough shit.

“Do you have to keep blocking my view of the TV?”

You see all this stuff between you and the TV? It’s not dusting itself. And I don’t see you doing it. Oh, gee something that you could do while seated and watching TV. Do you ever do it? No.

“When’s dinner?”

When I am good and ready to make it. Do you starve around here?

Yeah, I look forward to getting out of bed each day…

My room was nice and cool. I took a muscle relaxant to ease my back pain and a Benadryl for my allergies.

I turned off the light and picked up my Kindle. Read a chapter and grew sleepy enough to close it and settle in for sleep.

I didn’t hear a thing until I woke up eight hours later.

YES! I got eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

I was a pleasant person all day.

Began my day with less than ten minutes sleep. Yep, I no sooner began to doze off when The Curmudgeon was calling me for help.

What?

Cranky?

Me?

Oh, hell yeah.

Went back to bed, tossed and turned, fall asleep long enough to not hear him call me again. (He’s okay, he managed.) Woke up, probably heard him but was too late to realize it was him. Tossed and turned, got up only to have him yell at me for not responding.

I yelled back–keep in mind I’d had about two hours of sleep in total.

I would’ve spent the rest of the day wired, except I went over to G’s house and talked her into going along with me to Target and to get two gas tanks for the grill. I can cook outside again! At least I got one thing done off my ‘to do’ list. We should have gone out for a dessert or something too. Maybe next time it’ll be lunch or drinks. Yeah, we can do drinks…

I gave The Curmudgeon a deadline. He has to find someone to fix the front porch before Halloween. I don’t want G and I to be breaking our necks out there handing out candy.

I figure since he spends his entire day seated in front of the TV, he could make phone calls and interview people.

I have enough to do.

There was a time where I was a nice person, a happy person, a person people enjoyed being around. I loved being around people and socializing. Always up for a good time.

I wonder where she went?

Lack of sleep made me cranky.

People offering to help but then backing out made me angry.

Being screwed over by immediate family and some supposed friends ripped the heart out of me. Disappointed me.

Having more work to do than the energy to do it made me despondent.

I wish I was the old me. However, I don’t see a return to that me in the near future.

The Curmudgeon had a bad day. He’d fallen twice before he woke me asking for help.

I had my alarm set so I could go grocery shopping. He beat it by a couple of minutes.

Once I got him up off the floor, I wasn’t eager to leave him alone.

I really did need to get at least a few of the items on my list that we were out of, so I wrote out a short list of things that couldn’t wait and made a super quick run to the grocery store.

The only thing that slowed me down was the cashier. OMG! She was slower than a turtle walking in peanut butter.

By the time I got home and unloaded the car, I was hot, tired, and very cranky.

I should have worn this shirt today.

I am still putting off my grocery shopping. The list is growing exponentially.

I don’t know, can I put it off another week?

I don’t think so.

Guess I have to pull up my big girl panties and drag myself to the grocery store today.