September is disappearing in a blink, just like the entire year 2009. It’s like I woke up on September 1, the day after I got home from my Seattle vacation, and hit the ground running and haven’t stopped. Surprise weddings will do that to you. Big upsets/layoffs/doubled workload for 10% less pay at work will do that to you. Children with never-ending moneypits car problems will do that to you. Mother’s with surgeries will do that to you. A cat that sheds a small kitten every week will do that to you.

But Sunday, I called OUT from life. I needed a day for ME. Well, I needed a day for my house. The poor thing had been so neglected that I had three large kittens living with me that I didn’t even know about. One kitten was hiding underneath the dining room table. Sneaky little bastard didn’t think I’d find him there. One was behind the couch. And one took over my whole office downstairs as if it were his own little kingdom.

Seriously, I had to stop and clean my house. There was so much cat hair floating through the air that I needed a gas mask just to breath. DeWitte had stopped by my house one day last week to pick something up for his cats and said, “Wow, your house is so clean!” **screeeeech** What? I think it must have been the dim lighting because CLEAN it was NOT. Now I know that dim lights hide cat hair. Just don’t sit on the furniture.

I spent all day Sunday casually cleaning, straightening up, doing laundry, piddling around my house – in no big hurry. It was so great! It made my manic Monday easier to tolerate knowing that I’d unearthed the hidden kittens in my house and that I could return home to a fresh, clean house. It does my soul good.

Monday was typical in the sense that I have more to do in one day than is humanly possible. But add the fact that my mother scheduled her eye surgery on Monday as well, and I didn’t recouperate from Monday until Tuesday night. I think I’m going to live. My mother is fine. She’s got glaucoma and had her first eye done. Next week, we go again for the second one. I’m taking my laptop next time. I can only read so many People magazines before my brain starts to bleed out through my eyes.

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Speaking of my brain bleeding out through my eyes. **follow me here. . . it will make sense in a minute**

Dancing With The Stars has started! Wheee! I LOVE this show! Besides my daytime TV addiction, this show and So You Think You Can Dance are my nighttime addictions. So You Think You Can Dance is still in the audition portion of the program and I’m not that crazy about watching the crazies delusionals get their feelings trampled. But let’s be real, I LOVE to dance, and I even think I dance wonderfully. . . . IN. MY. DREAMS. Thank you very much. I would never be delusional enough to think it was remotely good enough to get up in front of millions of people. But I do so admire the dancers that CAN dance. It’s so beautiful!

BUT that does not include Tom Delay from Dancing With The Stars. I thought he was delusional as a political leader, but it doesn’t stop there. He was wearing sweatpants with a t-shirt tucked in. . . on national television! Then he started gyrating dancing and shaking his a$$ to “Wild Thing” and I thought I was going to go blind before I turned away at the last minute. You see! It was my brain bleeding out through my eyes. It was truly frightening!

Poor Cheryl Burke, his partner and former two-time WINNER, (Bless her heart!) must have drawn the short straw this season. She’s smiling through it all, but I can see the pain in her eyes. She’s thinking, “Put me out of my misery N.O.W. people!!! “Fess up, Cheryl. We know it’s killing you. **said as if she actually reads this** Better luck next year.