Wake up, run, get ready, go to the rink, come home, play with the dog, go to work, come home again, play with the dog some more, exhausted, fall into bed, sleep.  Repeat next day.

My house is such a wreck right now and my sister is coming tomorrow.  I wish there were a secret extra day you could add when you really needed one to get stuff accomplished.  Or that I didn’t require seven hours of sleep to function.  If I were like Martha Stewart and only needed four … well, then again, everybody says she’s a huge bitch, so maybe she needs more sleep.  I’m a bitch when I don’t get enough!