Clean Sheets

Today is my Sunday. For all of you 9-5ers (that sounds so cliche now doesn't it?) it's your Thursday. It's odd how I lose track of the days sometimes. More often than not, Wednesday feels like Monday and vice versa. So, naturally, it being my Sunday and all, I'm doing a little house cleaning. Laundry and clean sheets. I've wittled down my sheet sets to only a few, and they're such a trivial item, but I wish I had more. How I love a clean, cozy, pretty set of sheets. My bed is in disarray most of the time, so there's a certain feeling of control and organization to putting clean sheets on the bed. Call it starting my work week off right.

Seriously. Where are you already? Lets get this started...

Months

I hate this time of the month. And that's really all I'm going to say about that because I don't even want to acknowledge it. It, . , < that. So, here's what I've been thinking about today: Running into people in this town. Sometimes it's weird, like, hey, I met you at that bar on Sprague that's not even open anymore. I don't remember your name, but I remember your teeth. That's weird right? Or, I see people out and about that shop at the co-op. But that's not so weird. Fall. I've been thinking about Autumn a lot today. I wish I had an entire new fall wardrobe. Oranges, and browns, and purples. However, I never wear these colors. Boys. Beards. Boys with beards. Economics. Should I take an economics class? Oh, and the pic below was taken from some moron's blog, and I'm not sure where he found it. But I just spent a little time thinking about that moron. Now back to the beards.

Cypress Grove is the new heaven

Have I mentioned how much in LOVE with cheese I am? I recently started assisting our brilliant cheese monger at work, and I've discovered a whole new world of cheese. It's fantastic, and I can't get enough. Cypress Grove's Lamb Chopper is a perfect cheese, I'm daydreaming about it now like one daydreams about a crush. This is my new crush.

Oh Geez!

Writing is never easy, at least for me. I use to write like a maniac, and I'm still not sure why I stopped. But my, things have changed. I'm going to start writing more.