How the Hell Did It Get to be 5pm?

Got up this morning at a decent hour. Showered. Ate. Looked over the paper and decided (as I do most mornings) that that was a bad idea. Then, since Spouse had to go in to get some work done, got him to help gathering up the huge amount of spare cardboard, the two irreparably dead chairs, the twenty-five odd cans of paint that pre-date our living here, and take them to the dump. Then dropped him at work in Daly City and came home to build Avocado's desk. At noon, requested Sarcasm Girl to take Emily for her long walk. By 12:30 we were in the car and I took girl and dog to park, returned to work on the desk. When SG and E had returned at 1:50, we were done with the bottom of the desk. Gathered up the girls and took them out to cheap lunch. Returned. Finished top part of desk. Avocado's room (currently holding the new bed, two bookcases, two desks, and a bureau) looks like a bomb hit it. I am covered in a rime of salt and moisture--what you get when you sweat, it dries, then you sweat again and it dries, and...lather, rinse, repeat.

No food in house. Must go buy something for dinner. Why does everyone have to keep eating?

When I get back from the market, I think a glass of wine is in order.