Monday

Well, it's the day after the eleventh month, the eleventh day and the eleventh hour and although it's lovely and mild outside, the birds are chirping and the sun is trying to smile, I''m still in a bit of a funk over Remembrance day.  I spent yesterday watching war documentaries and  getting little else done so I need to get to work and haul myself out of this pit of saddness.    Life does go on, it's apparent by all the hammering in the back yard.  I didn' t expect the builders here today but I suppose not everyone takes the day off. 

My shop list is long with many to dos, and as soon as I fuel the jets I'll get out of here.  If only someone would make the coffee, cook my breakfast and have  my shower for me, I would be eternally greatful.   I have my suspicians that the stork was tipsy and dropped me at the wrong address.  Surely I was meant for England and the royal palace.   Sigh, of all the times to drink on the job!!!  Well, I suppose it was so close to Christmas there were office parties involved.  It's really difficult conforming to this place where I have to do everything for myself when it's abundantly clear I was meant for a silver spoon existance.

Well, sitting here moping isn't helping and my puppies are staring through me for the lamb chops I promised.  They think they live in a palace, they dine off of china, Blue Willow to be exact...blue china to match the blue blood.    At least someone around here is getting the royal treatment!