Where to begin? Short, or drawn-out? A snippet or in depth? OK, probably a ramble.

My morning project was to tackle the stuff spread out all over the dining room table. Remember when those potatoes rotted on my pantry floor? Some of the goo got onto the accordion file that held all my bills, receipts, banking, medical papers, etc., and I emptied them into a bag. I needed to find something in that bag, and emptied it onto the table, where's it's been for a week or two. Or so I thought. I found an accordion file, and went about sorting and filing. Till it was time to leave for my doctor's appointment. Here's where I'll start rambling.

My neighbor Kelly and I have had gynecologist 'dates' for three years now. We used to go to the same GYN, but she moved and we needed to find a new one. We decided to get back-to-back appointments when the time came, and go out to lunch afterwards. It's a good excuse to spend the day together. I schedule them on my day off and she takes off from work. I forgot to be worried about the breast exam till I got there, which was nice. You always worry that they're going to find something. Another clean bill of health today, and a sigh of relief. I'm going to make back-to-back mammogram appointments for us next. That'll be a lot of fun. Not. We went out to lunch at the new Hooligan's in Columbia, then went grocery shopping at the new Trader Joe's.

It was a beautiful day, and I completed the rest of the yard work. It was a good excuse to just be outside. Then I organized the garage. Not a total overhaul, but it's amazing what you can accomplish in an hour.

I came in, and got back to work on the table. Little by little, everything found it's place. Just as I was finishing up, I noticed a cloth bag on one of the dining room chairs. I opened it and found, much to my surprise, the real contents of the old accordion file. What I'd been organizing was just the most recent stuff that had accumulated since the potato disaster. I'd hardly made a dent in all that paperwork. And you know what? I'm going to put that bag up in my closet and not worry about it till I need to, probably around tax time.

The rest of the night was spent on odds and ends. Clearing off the stuff that accumulated on top of the microwave. Clearing a counter. Making dinner, and tomorrow's lunch, taking care of some bills. Reading the newspaper. It's about 8:45 and I think I'll get into bed with a cookbook. I can't wait to go to work tomorrow so I can rest. Not really. You know I thrive on this, the ordinary, daily things that make up a life.