Enjoying a well deserved rest

I decided to take a break (if you can call blogging a break--I know some of you can), even though it looks like I haven't done anything today. In fact, it looks like the only thing I've done is mess up the house--it was all picked up last night, and now it is scattered with toys (Mabel won't let anything be picked up), dishes (our dishwasher isn't working again), and boxes (I haven't made it to the post office yet).
But, in my defense, I've been up since six o'clock in the morning, which is not my thing, but it's the best time for me to go to the gym, and I didn't get a nap because Mabel was unusually erratic with hers. And I did do laundry, ironing, shopping, and attempted to get the oil changed (the dealership went bankrupt though, and the new one isn't honoring the free oil changes for life. So glad I drove all the way to Kirkland to find that out. Glad they didn't tell me when I called and made the appointment, because I really like surprises.) Now that I'm warmed up, I'll have to really get the oil changed tomorrow. I also have a homemade quiche in the oven, which--like Amelia Bedelia with her pies--I hope will appease the helpmeet when he gets home.
What I'm trying to say is, give me a break.
I was going to write about our recent trip to Coeur D'Laine, but the time is not ripe. Mabel, who is even more capricious than me, even though she has gotten more sleep, is requesting my attention by standing on my foot, jumping, and pounding on the keyboard.