So Far

I got up at 6:20 this morning. It is now 7:10. So far, I have:

1) Made coffee.

2) Let Otty out.

3) Cleaned the ashes that have accumulated over the past month or so out of the woodstove.

4) Dusted the dining room, because those ashes, man. They get EVERYdamnwhere.

5) Drank two cups of coffee.

6) And some orange juice.

7) Sorted through the towering piles of magazines/newspapers/books/mail/random shit that accumulates on the table in the corner of the dining room. That table makes me crazy. If only we weren't all so damned literate, we would have a lot less clutter.

8) Straightened up generally in the dining room. How many pairs of gigantic, messy boots does one man need? (The answer, apparently, is four.)

9) Printed out tax documents from our bank.

10) Checked my e-mail.

11) And here I am writing a (half-assed and admittedly somewhat lame list-type) post!

All things that are significantly more difficult to do with a 50-pound toddler in tow.

P.S. Yeah, he's definitely a toddler now. I can no longer deny it.

P.P.S. I don't actually know that he's 50 pounds. That is possibly some exaggeration. But we'll find out at his one-year appointment next month!

P.P.P.S. One year? Oh my God.