Holy Moly! It's After Three In The Morning!

That'll teach me to get up early, spend a busy day rearranging my house, and get so tired that I take a nap in the evening.

Throws my whole schedule off.

Usually I KNOW when it's the middle of the night.

But I have to say it was a fun and productive day. I only banged my knee once, my hip twice, my sliced but healing finger five or six times, knocked over a set of four paintings (but they did not hit the lamp, thank you Angels for that as it was a true miracle), moved my fridge three times, got my antique bed frame taken apart and put back together in another room with only minor mishaps and minimal hammer blows (a little walnut meat rubbed onto the woodwork will fix those scratches right up, you know - that's how come I keep walnuts around. I have to hide them from Duke, though. I hope he didn't find 'em or I'll be SOL until the store opens.), remembered to eat (made myself two cheeseburgers and thoroughly enjoyed them too!), found my moccasins and put them where they belong (and my ballet slippers too come to think of it - I'm on a roll here), and sorted out my work clothes from my scrubs from my artiste clothes from my real people clothes from my regular clothes and got the winter stuff stashed in my store room where they belong at this time of year (thank God, finally), AND remembered to take out my garbage.

Ha. 

I was in the middle of putting together a promo trailer for Small Town USA and happened to look at the time.

Yep.

It's the middle of the night.

If it's nice tomorrow (later today I guess, but I usually don't admit it's a new day until the sun comes up) I'll maybe get some raking done and pick up all the toys Duke took outside over the winter. He found one of his huge bones a few days ago, brought it inside with him and dropped it smack onto my bare foot. Thanks, Duke. Like I really needed that.

Ah well. So it goes.

If I'm gonna get up when the sun shows up in the sky I'd better get to bed or I'll already BE up.