This number means something, but I'm not going to say what. How intriguing. How mysterious. How annoying!
Yesterday was a frighteningly lazy day. I didn't shower (I know, TMI). I did no work of any sort, including housework. I napped three times. I didn't make any meals. I did leave the house twice -- once to get breakfast and once to get lunch. But I was in my loungewear when I did. By the way, "loungewear" = pajamas (I know, TMI again). At least I wore a trenchcoat and real shoes (though I was tempted to drive in my slippers), and I never left the car. I didn't eat dinner at all. I read a magazine, perused a few blogs and news sites, watched a movie I'd never seen before, and zipped through and deleted a bunch of TiVo'd "Clean Sweep" episodes. TiVo rocks. I pet lots of cats. No, that's not right. I pet four cats lots of times. Did I mention that I napped three times?
That about sums up the day. Pathetic, isn't it? Well, now it's time to pay the piper. Today, I tackle housework. Ted has generously offered to tackle it, too. Between the two of us, we should make some great progress. Personally, I'm thrilled that we figured out how to program the garage door opener in his car. Celebrate the little victories.
So, time to stop blogging about silly and annoying things and go get some more stuff done.