Today is another grey, rainy day, but it’s warm which sort of compensates. Yesterday was busy for me, and I got a lot done. We, Gracie and I, went to the dump then to the garden shop for pumpkins, gourds and mums. They now adorn the front steps. I had two other stops, but I brought Miss Gracie home first as she found the car a bit warm. Today I’ll also be going out: two days in a row is unheard of for me. I’ve been home over two weeks, and the gas tank is still half full.

A while back I saw the Facebook picture of someone I’ve known since the first grade. We were friends and college roommates, but my time in the Peace Corps was when I lost track of her and most of my college friends as the distance between us became more than miles. In that picture I mentioned she was wearing a hat, a dress and pearls. She was June Cleaver or Donna Reed. We have definitely drifted very far apart.

I haven’t a whole lot of ambition today. Over the weekend I made pumpkin cookies, did a laundry and polished this room. The other day I did a couple of errands and yesterday I crossed more errands off my list. I think I’m exhausted. When I worked, all of those would have been done on Saturday except for the dump. That was always on Sunday. Now I spread my chores and my errands over a week or even two weeks and still I complain. It hasn’t anything to do with getting tired or being older. It has to do with jealously guarding my time. I want every day. I want to read all day or take a nap or not even get dressed. I want to fun shop. I want to play. I want to loll on the couch with bon bons. I deserve all of it!