The Longest Day of My Life

I hate being teased-or made fun of. In that manner, I'm rather thin skinned. And don't mock me or intentionally set out to set me up for disappointment. I will respond in an unflattering manner, completely unbecoming a lady. In return, I won't tease, mock, make fun of you or burst your bubble.

That said, I had an incredibly long day with Miss Rachel and no caregiver. Sundays are like this all the time these days and I swear, every hour can feel like a day. Did I tell you it was long? I cooked, baked cookies and did the dishes 3 times. All day long, I kept telling myself 24 was on tonight and I'd be able to sit down and watch something I've not seen for a year and a half. That's what helped me keep my sanity because I swear, if I told Rachel to sit down once, I told her a hundred times. There were other repetitive directions too. Protecting the soldier's cookies became an art form today. It doesn't help that the regular caregiver VCR died the other day and most of her videos are a VHS format (she bites the DVDs, much like she disrespects books). Pickings for entertainment were slim. Just let it be said that some days, there just isn't enough Calgon on the planet to take the stress away. With tunnel vision, I kept my eye on the clock and my mind on my evening plans.

At 8 PM, I got my cup of tea ready and sat down to ogle Jack Bauer watch 24. I knit like crazy during the full two hours, feeling the stress melt away with each chime of the 24 clock and gentle click of my needles. At the end of this long awaited beginning, the announcer came on and said Season 7 would begin January 11th. What? I've got to wait seven more weeks? That's just great with the threat of an actor's strike looming on the horizon.

Pop. I think that was my bubble bursting.