You know how, when you're working, and people who are retired tell you, "Oh, I'm SO much busier now that I'm retired than I was when I was working," you want to route them out some new plumbing?
I'm so much busier now that I'm retired than when I was working.
My plumbing is functioning adequately. No need to assist me in that department. What I do need assistance in is getting my act together before the writers' conference The Pony and I will be attending on Saturday. Perhaps I should not have procrastinated. Now time draws short, and Mrs. HM has other responsibilities.
Sunday, we went to the Throwed Roll Restaurant. It was a business trip, you see. Not a personal outing. We decided to see how long it takes The Pony to drive from here to there, the Mansion to the conference site, and since the Throwed Roll Restaurant was only a roll's throw away, we made that part of our Sunday drive.
Monday, I have an appointment with The Pony in the evening.
Tuesday, I go to the optometrist at 9:00, and he will dilate my eyes, which means the day will be shot because I will be freakin' blind, walking around bumping into things like Toddler Pony, except that I will actually have a reason, what with my eyes as big as saucers and feeling like I'm underwater. Thank the Gummi Mary, I have The Pony to drive me home.
Wednesday, The Pony has an optometrist appointment. He has had his eyes dilated once, and we're not sure this time, because the appointment-maker was pretty vague about whether he would be having that. So I'm driving him that day, to his 3:15 appointment.
Thursday and Friday I should have some time carved out for myself.
Saturday we will be leaving at the crack of 6:00 a.m. to head to the conference.
I hope Farmer H doesn't expect me to be his maid and cook this week. Because I really need to squeeze some time in for a haircut. Maybe I can do that while my eyes are watery.