What happened to Monday?

I had all these great intentions, little projects I wanted done by the end of the weekend - what on earth happened? I must have blinked, sneezed or yawned. Something. And now its Monday afternoon, and all I've managed to do is add the new herbs to the inventory spreadsheet, have a short visit with Vickie and her goldens, and clean up after Josh's cooking last night.

Really, I had a day's worth of time to get things done somehwere around here. Maybe I left the time in my other purse. And, shit, we're out of milk. Wonder if the neighbors would notice me sneaking into their cattle pen with a bucket?

Its this the fault of daylight savings, I swear!

*waddle, waddle*

Tracker: Mommy, its feedin' time *stretches out flat across the foyer, windmilling tail*
Me: Its too early, fat boy
Tracker: Feed me, I'm wasting away
Me: Tracker, too early
Tracker: *blink*blink*
Me: Josh isn't even home, yet
Tracker: *waddles over to bowl to gaze forlornly within its empty expanse*
Me: Too early, boobie
Tracker: *blink*blink*
Me: Geez, Tracker, you just had breakfast...oh hell, its almost 6, isn't it? Sorry, boobie-boy.
Tracker: *beautific, adoring gaze as the glorious sound of kibble hits the bowl*