Good day, my dear readers! I am currently home alone, which means that there are no significant changes to my daily life other than the fact that I'm in charge of my own meals and all the dishes and laundry. So far today, I've eaten two pop tarts, a cheese stick, two Twizzlers, lots of chocolate, leftover Oriental stir fry, and half-frozen black beans. I have no regrets.
(By the way, I'm pretty sure that the Four Horsemen of Adulthood are cooking, cleaning, laundry, and car maintenance. Correct me if I'm wrong. I feel like we need to add at least two more horsemen and that one of them needs to be Filling Out Forms And Scheduling Healthcare Appointments.)
Yep, those Twizzlers are kicking in. I'm having a sudden burst of silliness. I have no idea why. Just a few hours ago I was moping around in bed, bouncing between reading the thirteenth Cadfael Chronicle and browsing Instagram and daydreaming about Clouds Aflame fanfictions. I really wish authors could make fanfictions of their own work. It would be so much fun.
I was thinking about going to the library and the gym today. But then I decided that, since I was home alone, I might as well make the most of it. My sister is terribly sunburned--crispy enough to be mistaken for a Chick-fil-A sandwich and red enough to be related to Bob the Tomato. As a result, she's bound to be in a sour mood on her return from her camping trip, and I'd like to spend as much time out of the house this weekend as possible.
Oh, I need to put the trash can on the curb today. Once I had a dream that we missed trash collection. It actually spurred me to action, and the trash was out early that week. I had a dream the other night that I was camping with my family and best friend. My friend wanted to go kayaking, but I wanted to go to a museum in town. My mom then mentioned that it was the Fourth of July, and I immediately panicked about driving an hour home in holiday traffic.
Surprisingly, this is not the first dream I've had about traffic. I once dreamt that my family went to an amusement park in Oklahoma, but the part of the dream I remember most was us trying to figure out how to get on southbound Highway 75. Even before I got my driver's license, I'd have a recurring dream in which I was trying to drive a car, but was trapped in a field of snowdrifts. (I grew up in northern Illinois if that explains anything.)
Was it the Twizzlers or the chocolate that gave me this burst of energy? It might have been the chocolate. It's got raspberry bits in it. It's really good.
Well, I'd better eat some more junk food before my sister gets home and eats all of it. Sound off in the comments and let me know what sort of junk food I should buy the next time I'm home alone. (I'm already hooked on ice cream and fruit snacks, so don't bother mentioning those.) God bless you, dear readers, and don't forget to review our books on Amazon!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.