listening

First of all, do you see these yummy treats? I resisted these for over two hours today as I met with someone in the shop where they're made. Didn't waver, held firm in my resolve. But now I really wish I had one. :-(

You might not know it, but listening is hard work. I had three meetings with ladies, from 10:30 to 5:30 straight today. We just talked—or they talked, mostly, and I listened. And asked questions. They're great women; I love talking with them. But my mind is weary. Not ideal for maximum blogging.

I determined to be more on top of things today, and decided what to make for supper last night before going to bed. I was up bright and early to exercise, and then off to the market to get everything I needed. I was chopping and getting everything into the crock pot, when I realized it was almost time for me to leave for my first meeting, and I hadn't even showered yet. So what happened? Mr. ended up finishing the food preparations while I got ready to go. Sheesh! In spite of all my good intentions!

Anyway, I had my day full of meetings (AND coffee shops, by the way: one mocha latte, one mint tea, and one hazelnut latte—all decaf.) And when I got home I was just tired. Mr. and I were both hungry so we dug into supper and watched TV. I really didn't want to do much else besides just chill out. Mr. was OK with that, too. So it was a quiet evening, filled with Psych, Breaking Bad, and the last half of an old James Bond. I might watch something else before bed. Or just go to bed. I don't know. No. Now I'm watching CSI: New York.

The little kitty has been sleeping in my dresser ever since I got home 4 hours ago. If I know her, she will soon be waking up and come out ready to play. Our timing is very off.

…and here she is. Right on schedule.