About the most productive thing I did today was change a light bulb. Other than that, I did a lot of sitting around. I did type one document for the Boss, but it didn't take more than ten minutes. He faxed it to me, then phoned to tell me not to bother working on it until Monday, but that he would check back later in the day just in case I got to it today.
And I finally did that load of laundry I've been forgetting night after night all week. If it hadn't been so hot every day, I might have done the laundry in the daytime. But around here when the searing temperatures hit, they ask us to hold off on running major appliances during the daylight hours. Since I didn't especially want to rock the boat (or knock my own power out), I complied, always thinking I'd get to it that evening. Which I never did.
I didn't have to cook, because I had left over pork chops from yesterday. I did cook up some green beans in butter and lemon, but that doesn't even count any more, does it? I mean, a year ago I would have thought that was a big deal, but now it's no more of an accomplishment than heating a pot pie in the microwave. Lots tastier, though, and probably a little bit healthier.
That's pretty much it, as far as I can recall. I didn't clean house or work in the yard. I didn't even watch much TV, until the race came on late this afternoon. I did some reading, and in fact finished the novel I've been working on all week and started another one. But other than a quick trip to the post office, I didn't even leave the house.