Okay, not really. Then I wouldn't be able to watch "The Walking Dead" tonight. But I like Sundays where Jimi sleeps in till 10 or so, and I have two hours of quiet before the bombardment begins. Shows full of loud noises, flashing lights, shouting and screaming - we pay money for this shit to invade our quiet sanctuary? I moved the laptop into the dining room so I can write - I can still hear it from the other room. It's kinda making me want to scream. I may need to go get my earplugs.
It's just too much first thing in the morning. It's too much stimulation, too much noise, too much brightness, too much trash. I need soft jazz and at least a cup and a half before that crazy begins. I need a moment to organize my brain, still jumbled from crazy dreams and fitful sleep.
And then he's yelling to me from the front room, a random comment about some random show I know nothing about, something I don't understand and don't care to - "Motherfucker's name is Sucklord!" Today's shows are so enlightening and uplifting.
He followed my path to the dining room and apologized - "I'm sorry honey, were we bothering you?" "It's just the loud. I can't take the loud this early." "I'll turn it off, sweetheart." "Could you just turn it down?"
He turned it off.
Aside from that, today's great. :) Got some things to do, but nothing stressful or work-related or sucky. Jimi promised a walk after we eat our frosted shredded wheat - it's a beautiful day here in the Ohio Valley, chilly and clear and full of the smell of dead leaves and wood-smoke.
O Hell! Just realized we missed the clock roll-back last night! It's only 8 o'clock! Hells yes!
Remember that time I posted about my laundry and how bad it was and I fixed it up and swore I'd stay on top of it? I didn't. (Surprise!) So we're working on that today, too.
But first, it looks like we really are going on that walk. Color me surprised.