It's 8:36 p.m. (or 7:36 according to my biological clock), which means that I'm not sleepy in the least.
My hunny bunny is fast asleep on account of his having to wake up at 4:30 a.m. tomorrow so he can be at work at the crack of down with some special project.
The kid is in Ireland visiting his father.
The house is all mine.
Oh, blessed silence.
I have finished gathering the additional documents that my tax preparer requested today, and fired him an email with all the info. This has resulted in me making the resolution of getting more organized with my tax documents next year.
(The info was there, only it was all messy.)
I have a pile of stuff to iron, but I don't feel like it. I could work on websites or my online photo album, but I don't wanna. I also need a manicure. Doing my nails while watching television sounds like a very good idea at this point.
What a slacker.
Maybe tomorrow I will feel like posting something of substance, like some philosophical entry regarding the sex life of bark beetles which, according to NPR, is rather noisy and has the added effect of killing trees.
According to this NPR report (or at least the version of it that I listened to on my drive home), the head of the female beetle has grooves like that of an LP album, which she rotates around her torso and produces a very distinctive noise that attracts males.
In fact, some guy invented a little device to listen to them, recorded it, and published it as a music CD, which has been used as relaxing background noise for chiropractic treatment. (Do the patients know that they are listening to an actual orgy featuring insects? Curious minds want to know.)
Bark Beetles Gone Wild. Don't miss it!
Dude, that's a sex life.
Anything else is just pine needles.
I think that I will go do my nails now.