Weekend!

In my master plan for sloth, I've failed.

Let's start with Friday night -- where at quarter to midnight, it struck me I should get the dishes done. Up I pop from my couch, book is stashed, and I wash, dry, lay away, unload dishwasher, wipe down counters, sweep floors, and in general, stay up until 12:30am fussing with the kitchen. Then, surveying my kingdom, I take out the recycling, cause the bin was nearly full... and toddle back to book, and soon after bed.

Right.

This morning, in anticipation of the Feb 4 departure for the Dominican Republic, my brother and I needed to take our Dukoral dose. (I need 2 doses, Drew 1). And knowing my brother as a creature of habit, I need to intercept any attempts to eat or drink coffee before dosing. So, at 7am, I throw off my duvet, and nip downstairs... stop Mr. Coffee-craving cold, and dose him.

At 8:00 am my mother calls -- wants a playmate to go shopping for copic markers. Okay... and then we pick out the colours for the 2016 christmas cards. I got home at 1pm. At which point it was time to prep the rack of lamb -- is everyone catching the vibe here? It's just one thing after another -- where is my well deserved sloth?

Ooh. Buzzer on washer just went... off I go.