Like Being Shout Out of Canon

I don't know why I don't weigh about the same as my dog, I really don't. The nervous energy I expend before many people are even out of bed each day astounds me sometimes. I laugh, but it's like being shot out of a canon. Metaphorically speaking, obviously.

This morning by 9am, I had -

- fed the dog
- assisted the 9 year old in not pouring the entire box of cereal into his bowl
- made a cup of tea
- brewed coffee for the Man-Child who can't face food till about 10am
- made two packed lunches
- emptied the recycling
- checked my e-mail for important school stuff. (Nothing, thank goodness)
- answered 5 serious writing related e-mails
- completed paperwork so that I can get paid by the BBC
- sent a check back to someone (long story)
- answered an e-mail about Rowan yarn (long-ish story)
- greeted the plumbing guys who showed up to "rod" the tree roots under my house
- vacuumed the basement family room
- established that the electricity in the house went off because the vacuum plus "rodding" equipment over-loaded the circuit
- stopped vacuuming
- talked through the problems being caused by the City's sodding tree which sits right outside my front door
- resumed vacuum cleaning
- put a lad of darks in
- barely stopped the bath tub over-flowing (rodding guys had asked me to run the water to help clear out the pipes)

I would say that I'm going to lie down, but the dog needs a walk. Phew!