Sigh….

There’s just not enough time in the day…

I need to clone myself, or at least outsource some of my day to one of those freeloading chicken members of this household. I just can’t seem to find enough time in the day.

First off, there’s breakfast. After arising bright and early every morning (often long before old sleepyhead Mrs. That Dan Guy), I have to make myself a nutritional breakfast. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep tropical fruit and freshly ground buckwheat fresh for a few days? Let me tell you – it’s hard!

Then, there’s the time I have to take getting ready every morning. Although I have about as much hair left on my head as an old tennis ball that’s seen plenty of work on a paved court, the consistency seems to be closer to steel wool than actual hair. Thus I must primp and tweak incessantly, to achieve what I like to call “the swoop of perfection” – a flawless parting that does not in any way convey a comb-over.

Once I am ready (and only when I am ready), I must drive MTDG to work, often a task not unlike herding cats through Wyoming. My God, she needs to stop for lattes, and other stuff that carves up my day. I need to consider buying a catapult…

Once I FINALLY return home, I barely have enough time to sit and watch the Showcase Showdown, vital for my duties as the primary grocery purchaser here. Although why a comedian like Drew Carey hosts such an informative program is beyond me…

Then, it’s pretty much lunchtime.

There’s just not enough time left in my day…

Chow for now!!