The Best Laid Plans

I had a plan for today.  I was going to get up, get dressed, and go to the farmer's market.  After I got home, I was going to do some fall decorating around the house.  It's a project I started around the time of the wedding, but I hadn't gotten very far.

The day started on track.  I got up when the alarm cat (Spike, the older cat) started licking us awake, something she's started doing mostly to Hubby lately after I leave for work in the morning.  I got dressed.  Then I brought the boxes of fall/Halloween decorations in from the garage.  I cleaned out the refrigerator.  And I went to the farmers' market.  After that, things began to fall apart.

At the market, I found overripe tomatoes at a discounted price.  Back when I was on vacation, I bought overripe tomatoes from a farmers' market and roasted them; eventually they made a killer spaghetti sauce.  Making more seemed like a really good idea.  So this afternoon, I roasted tomatoes and then I made spaghetti sauce.  Yum!

Also at the farmers' market, I found chickens.  Pasture raised chickens.  Word on the street is that there's a noticeable taste difference between grocery store chickens and "real" chickens and I'd been wanting to try some.  So I bought two, and that meant cutting them up into usable portions to freeze for Hubby and me.

What else?  Ah!  Chicken stock from the wings and backs.  I froze part of that and then I made chicken soup with the other part.

I'd planned to make cheese enchilladas for dinner; that also took awhile.

Can you see how I never quite got around to the fall decorating part of the day?

Now it's Sunday night and I'm no further along on my decorations than I was on Friday.  Darn!  And?  I'm feeling pretty achy today and my bowling fingers hurt.  ARGH!

Now let me tell you about the other plan I've been thinking about lately:  Getting up each morning and walking a mile or two starting on October 1st.  Yep, that's today--or it WILL be today by the time this publishes.  Walking each morning means getting up at least 45 minutes earlier than usual.  Where am I going to find an "extra" 45 minutes in the day so I can walk?  Ah, there's the rub!  So I've been thinking about this and maybe it means I'll need to cut back on blog posting a little--at least on those nights when I'm already up way too late before I even get around to writing a blog post, because I'm obviously going to have to be more reasonable about getting to sleep at a decent time so I can get up earlier.

So, don't worry about me if I don't post; I'm just trying to get some sleep.  But maybe it won't happen that way--or not very often.  Maybe I'll go out walking once or twice and decide I'd rather sit on my rear end and write a blog post each night.  After all, you can see how I am about planning things:  my plans don't always work out, and I'm not very good at getting up early either.  Any idea how I can take a nice, long walk while simultaneous decorating my home for fall and typing a blog post?  As I've said  before, there just aren't enough hours in the day!