Weigh in: 84/185 (kg/lbs)

It is at this point, I would like to point out to my faithful readers that this is the slinkiest I've been in at least four years. Mind you, if it hadn't been for Sunday, things might not have turned out so well...

My boy thinks I'm vvvvrrrroooow. (You really need to say this out loud, like a speeding car. No, really. It's funny.)

It's always made me laugh, the noise he makes and the idea. I feel positively slothful. All I can think about are the things I still haven't done. But I sat and thought about what I did on Sunday. And, when I really thought about it, I guess I am pretty vvvvrrrroooow.

I got up around 11am, made breakfast, tidied the kitchen and watched some TV. After that, I walked down the street to do my grocery shopping (including buying nummy organically grown vegies and some fresh marlin and oysters for dinner.) I could have driven, but I needed the exercise.

I walked home, eating lunch on the way, unpacked my groceries and then hopped into the car to drive to the nearest shopping mall to pick up some books. It took three different bookstores to find what I was looking for, but I found them and drove home.

I sat and read one of the books I bought. ('Handbag Heaven' by Maggie Alderson. Laugh out loud funny.)

I stripped the bed and put new linen on it. The laundry needed doing so I separated the coloured stuff from the whites and put on the first load. My boy had bemoaned the lack of sugar cookies in his life, so I started making cookie dough. While I was making it, I was eating the dozen oysters (raw with a squeeze of lemon.) The dough went into the fridge to rest overnight.

Once I made the dough, I put the first load of laundry in the dryer and put the second one into the washing machine. Then I started cooking dinner (grilled marlin, baby potatoes, corn on the cob and snowpeas. Yum.) The dishes were washed as I used them.

Dinner was eaten in front of the TV watching one of my X-Files DVDs. The first load of washing finished drying and I put the second lot into the dryer and folded the dry stuff just before the credits. I washed up the remaining dishes.

Somewhere in here delicates were hung on a rack to dry, makeup was removed and sundry pottering about was achieved.

Compared to busy mothers and air traffic controllers, I really don't do much. It certainly doesn't feel like all that much. And I'm sure it is excruciatingly dull to read. But when you write it all down, you suddenly realise just how much stuff you do get done in a day. And a lazy day at that.

Focusing on what you have achieved is probably smarter than dwelling on what you haven't done. It's something that's keeping me going in a lot of respects, I just need to carry it across to all aspects of my life.

(For the record, the sugar cookies didn't turn out the way I wanted them too. Not to say they are inedible, my workmates think are delicious, but I'm not sending them to my boy. If anyone has an infallible sugar cookie recipe, I'd appreciate a copy sent to "me at ladymisstree dot com".)