Slices of Randomness

You know, Mondays are still Mondays even if you don't roll any further out of bed than your own front door. There's still a sort of schedule to things, an impetus to get things done. I find it odd that after this long, my natural tendency is still to get up early on Monday mornings and start working.

The other night he told me he doesn't like having the sheets tucked into hospital corners on the bed. I laughed and said, "So what else have I been doing for two years that you don't like?" He shrugged and said, "That's about it. For now." The next evening, he was annoyed because the jars of Black Bean Paste and Hoisin Sauce look exactly the same. He tried to throw out the jar of Black Bean Paste (I stopped him in time) because he was angry at it for existing in our refrigerator. Still later he tried talking to me while he was gargling, which made him drool blue Listerine down his chin. We both laughed like hyenas. The man amuses me even when he's not trying to.

This morning, on a break from reading through graduation announcements from kids that I swear were just potty-trained last week and wedding announcements from kids who shouldn't be (by my calculations) past puberty yet, I looked in the mirror. I saw a woman who is quickly approaching 50, but who, in my esteemed opinion, doesn't look a day over 40. Except for the new gray hairs. They fascinate me, they really do. How did they get there, and when did they show up? I don't remember aging - it's not something you feel or notice as it creeps in. But I like the gray... I've lived a little, y'know?

Give me a break here, people. I'm functioning (or not) on about 2 hours of sleep. Simple case of up too late and up too early. That's why. *tap tap tap* Is this thing on?!

And that is all you get for today. No breathtaking creativity, no deep philosophical revelation. Just me. Rambling away, in between loads of laundry, on 2 hours of sleep and half a pot of coffee.

I have miles to go before I sleep.