A Cold, Rainy Monday Morning in Arkansas

Not sure what time I passed out last night.  “Passed out” sounds like a more appropriate term than “fell asleep”, because after working the previous night before, going to a Thanksgiving potluck at church afterwards, and watching a very wound-up AJ for a couple hours while Yes Dear and PBJ delivered food to her parents, I was pretty beat.  Add into that mix the fact that I’m now officially fighting off a cold, and have the boogers and snot to prove it.

I was so tired, I have no memory of the time or time frame I finally went out.  I vaguely remember talking to Yes Dear sometime after she got back, then I must’ve gone in the bedroom and turned on the TV, because I remember waking up to go to the bathroom at midnight in a sleep-induced haze, and the TV and computer were still on  (Yes Dear’s knee is still recovering from surgery, so right now she’s more comfortable on the couch).

Went back to bed and slept some more, and got up about 4:30 this morning to the tune of thunder, announcing the arrival of long-awaited rain.

Turned on the computer (but left the rest of the lights out) to do my morning sabbatical news and blog reading on the ‘net, and eventually heard the sounds of the others getting up to go do their morning workout at the gym that niece Stevie co-runs.

At a little after six, heard the front door close and the van start up.  Just me alone in the house (they took AJ with them).

And suddenly getting a craving.  A gnawing urge.

For cinnamon rolls.

I try to fight it off (okay, I didn’t try that hard) but the combination of being hungry, few good options for breakfast in the kitchen (and a lot of dishes to do), being alone for a couple hours, and a few bucks left on the debit card, pretty much sealed my fate.

I slip into some pants, shoes, and a jacket, and make my way past the kitchen full of dirty dishes, making a mental note that I have to tackle that sometime this morning.  Just not right now.

I’m on a mission.

Step outside to a cold, steady rain and the gradual gray light of a dawning rainy Monday morning.  Into my venerable old Bonneville, which despite a multitude of issues (losing paint, stuck passenger side door and window, door panel torn apart in unsuccessful attempt to repair, leather drivers seat tearing, dusty and musty smell, 250k miles on the odometer, etc.) still runs surprisingly well.  As a matter of fact, it was downright purring as I made my way down still-dark rainy streets, past Monday morning commuters to the Kroger in town.

Where I proceeded to pick up this:

Back home now, and enjoying them with an extra-large glass of milk.

I’ll try not to eat them all in one sitting, but no guarantees.  As long as the milk holds out.  As of the time writing this sentence, I’ve made it about halfway.

Going to be a busy holiday week.  SIL and hubby are taking off Tuesday and most of Wednesday so PBJ is going to go help watch kids.  Will likely have JJ over here to relieve the burden, so I can kiss a lot of my computer and blogging time goodbye for those two days.  Have to go back to work tonight and tomorrow night, then off Wed and Thu before having to go back for the weekend.  And I got to fight off this stupid cold.

But right now, I’m going to enjoy this cold, rainy Monday morning.  Alone, on the computer, with a glass of milk and a containerful of cini-minis.

So how’s your morning going?

UPDATE:  Stopped at 10 cini-minis.  And got the dishes done before everyone got home.  I think that counts as a productive morning.