Vacuuming seemed like a poor choice and there wasn't enough laundry to even make me want to navigate the basement stairs - since falling probably meant breaking a limb and sitting there for hours waiting for help (since other inhabitants of this humble abode have no clue I'm up and they are pretty deaf). So I did the following things;
Made a cup of hot cider - I was frankly to lazy to choose a tea flavor
Check my email - more political ads
Check my calender - realized my daughter is a chapter behind she said she was and has done the same math activity 6 times in a row and still can't score at least 80% (our benchmark of mediocrity)
Looked up how to spell mediocrity
Filled in a Flex Spending Form
Scanned two medical receipts to attach to Flex Spending Form
Faxed Flex Spending Form
Checked Facebook and commented on a photo
Sent an email to my daughter saying she needed to ask her father for help TODAY, not tomorrow
Checked TMZ to see if any new celebrities had died - nope but Honey Boo Boo was renewed for another season and gets three holiday specials (I felt our National IQ drop 4 more points)
Updated my blog
I'm still not tired. My eyes are tired because they are after all 50 years old. My brain is still on full throttle.
I doubt Erma Bombeck got started this way.