Where Does the Time Go?

So, people ask me what I do all day.  Sometimes, it is difficult to answer.  It's sort of like when you are at work.  You say, "well, I work."  Yet it is difficult to describe what you actually DO.  The tasks.  If you describe the tasks, it certainly does not seem like they add up to the 11 hours you were on your job.

I wake up latest, 6:00 a.m. every day.  Most days, 5:00 or 5:30 a.m.  It is either because of the dogs or because the sun is rising.  I am just an early riser.  Yesterday, somehow, I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off until 9:45 p.m.  How is that possible?  I am not working.  And I still have yet to clean out my closets.

I will say that this morning since 5:00 a.m., my time has been filled with sick pups.  Bridgette and Oscar were sick all night and all morning.  I have been cleaning, cleaning since 5:00 a.m.  I cooked them rice (I do not even cook for myself, mind you).  Then, I was online researching dog food.  Natural dog food.  I think they might be allergic to their food.  I have been changing Bridgette's food for a while, trying to find the right one.  I cannot believe I might be one of those people who feeds their dogs holistic dog food.  I should really get into the dog business. . .

Neither Bridgette nor Oscar were lifting their heads this morning.  I even accidentally dropped the camera in front of Oscar, which would normally make him jump.  He did not even raise an eyebrow.