I’ve been up since 7:30 this morning but it feels like it’s so much longer. Saturdays seem to fly by but Sundays always seem to go so slow. I’ve cleaned the kitchen and the made the kitchen faucets shine. I’ve cleaned the bedroom and put away the clean clothes. I’ve gone to the store. I vacuumed, dusted and straightened the living room. All of this should have taken all day, but it’s only 2 pm!

Right now I’m sitting here listening to the smoke detectors go off downstairs. They do that several times a day! I guess they burn food an awful lot. I can smell what smells like burning food so I know they aren’t burning the place down which would cause me to have to evacuate. At least I hope I won’t. It usually doesn’t go on for this long.