It is nearly ten here and I am just getting home from my long hard day at work, and so, I am telling you up front you can hardly expect me to be witty and brilliant, as I usually am…Every word a pearl, wisdom in every sentence…..Nope, none of that tonight.

I am Fodding tired.

I had planed earlier today to do a rant on my garbage people, the ones who come every week and engage in recycling Olympics (we have a really solid team here, nothing glass gets into their trucks without breaking), when I remember to take out the rubbish for them the night before. This morning the came at 4:45am. With lights, and beeps, and crashes, but when I ranted to Woodsman Hans about this and WHY did they feel the need to work those kind of hours, he explained to me, somewhat patiently, that they needed to be off the streets before the traffic got heavy.

(An explanation that might serve better in a town that HAD traffic, but I can see the point)

I did really want to say tho, since yesterdays post on the subject was somewhat whimsical, that I am really proud, and have a LOT of admiration for all of you who are doing NaMoWriMo. Really. That’s 2000 words a day for a month. (better not cut into your online time here, hee-hee!) It is am amazing thing, and make it or not, everyone who tries is going to be further along than they were, as a writer, and that is what is important. Hat’s off and kudos to you, do keep us informed!

Nothing new on Bela Mac Murphy of the Mangos. The toys were in the water dish when I got home, tonight tho, I stayed longer. I scattered the toys a bit further, and brought in two new mousies, and I went to the farthest corner of the room and talked and read. The next goal is for him to come out and eat while I am in the room.

Now, for the serious question of the evening. I have to get my darn hair done tomorrow, a wee trip to the beauty parlour that takes all day and will take longer this time, as I have been putting it off and it is a proper Mare’s Nest back there of knots. I could go rasta with very little trouble.

I have to decide things like, hey, what colour? Or Colours? What length? A Style or just hanging layers of hair? The extensions (Yup, most of this lovely stuff is not at all mine) are RED and have to stay that way. I can’t do the rainbow again as these extensions are real hair, and not faux hair.

I am kind of leaning towards purple, with the red extensions. Or perhaps DARK with the red for Halloween. I can do anything as if I hate it, well, it needs to be re-done again in six weeks anyway.

What should I do?

I will now lay here on the couch and ponder this, the Bengals seem to be of no help, and are more interested in tonight’s allotment of new mousies, but amongst you Fiends, I have hopes for a Plan.

Love and Tired and Hair,
Lorraine