Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day…

The storm that was supposed to miss us Monday morning didn’t miss us by much. It was snowing big puffy flakes and the grass, driveway and road were covered when I woke up.

Still, it wasn’t as bad any places they showed one the news where the bulk of the storm hit. And, it didn’t stick around long as I took my morning walk on a wet parking lot.

Oh, before I forget, when I got out of my car at work in the morning, Michelle from Facilities pulled in next to me and handed me a container of soup. She said it was a riff on Olive Garden’s Chicken and Gnocchi soup. The riff was she didn’t have any gnocchi, so she used egg noodles. I said thanks and I meant it.

I went home at lunch and made another Rueben sandwich. I opened up a new jar of McClure’s pickles and noticed I bought a different kind as this said “spicy.” They weren’t kidding! My lips are still tingling. Note to self: Read the damn labels first before purchasing!

When I got home, I took the trash can out to the road and then went in for the night. I treated the cats and changed clothes. Then I got started on the Monday Night Mission: Sawdust patrol!

I swept all the wood and tile floors and vacuumed the living room rug and all three walk-off rugs. I said all three as I went out and vacuumed the one in the garage, too.

Then I warmed up a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. I put that on a tray in the bedroom while I washed the kitchen and main bathroom floors. They dried while I ate supper.

I watched an old documentary about motorcycle racing that Jake had recommended called “On Any Sunday.” It was from 1971 and I loved seeing all those old bikes again. And, it was nice to see Steve McQueen again. I could have done without seeing the clothes and haircuts from back then, though, lol!

I went to bed at 10:00 to try and make up for all the sleep I missed over the weekend