Two things:
(1) This is very true:

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(2)The squirrels have had their revenge.  They were really ticking me off, because they were leaping up on my window ledge (which scared the poop out of me) then (as if that weren’t enough) jumping from there up to the feeders …the “squirrel-proof” feeders with the baffles and everything.  So I’d been squirt-gunning them.  It’s rather annoying because in some ways they seem quite smart… how they managed to open a 3′ tall galvanized metal garbage can is beyond me (I mean, they’re only like 8″ tall!  Where’s the leverage), yet in other ways (like failing to realize that if they climb on the feeder I’m going to water gun them) they seem rather dense.

So anyway, I’m working with my bedroom window slightly open (the better to water gun them with my dear) and I almost knock over the little glass votive I have on the window ledge.  At that point, I actually think to myself “Gee, Gina, you’re going to knock that over ’cause you’re soooo focused on this petty activity of squirrel squirting.”  And, yes, you can see where this is going.

After spending some quality-time with the vacuum, I am trying to seek a more “Zen-like” approach to the squirrels.

(BUT DAMN THEY PISS ME OFF!!!!)

Long days combined with a nervous system that’s not synched with local time are tricky, as evidenced by my experience this morning.

I  had a 9:00 am Ophthalmologist appointment, so I made sure to set my alarm.  I woke up right before the alarm went off, checked the big clock on the wall (one with dots at 12, 3, 6, & 9 but no numbers in between — smell the danger coming?), got up, showered and headed out the door.  Drive, drive.  Park.  Limp towards office (knee is still not 100%).  As I was walking up to the doctor’s office, I noticed one of those little “Back at” signs with the hands set to 8:30, so of course I thought they’d been forgetful about taking it down when they opened the office.  (I’d like to mention, in my defense, that I hadn’t had any coffee at this point). Sighed.  Pulled on door.  Locked.  Mumble mumble.  Dummies!  They didn’t even bother to remember to *unlock* the door.

By now I was a bit angry, so I checked my cell phone to see how late they actually were.

Sigh.  It was, in true sitcom style, 7:55, not 8:55.  I actually went to the grocery to kill time… I don’t think I’ve *ever* been in a grocery before 9am!

Was fabulous.  More later when I’m not quite so yawny.