My husband’s advice to my blogging addiction is “allocate time and reward myself with blogging.” He, saint that he is, cares not a fig that I haven’t cleaned the bathrooms yet, or pulled out more than a handful of weeds. Yes, I did treat Mocha to a long, long walk to the creek and back, but I got no housework done and didn’t congregate with the birds and the bees in the garden as I promised myself, and you, I’d do. And here it is, 3:36 a.m.

My husband’s a little crazed himself, however. He’s still awake, reading his e-book. But that’s because he already took his long nap, snoring in front of the TV last night. Between snippets of blogging here and there, I was watching “Say Yes to the Dress,” a bride’s reality show, and then HGTV’s “International House Hunters” marathon. Australian real estate was being featured. I couldn’t tear myself away until I’d seen which homes couples on a few of the segments chose to buy. And then, of course, I cleaned up the kitchen. Yes, I am still making dinners. Although tonight hubby picked up Chinese-to-go, Kung Pao Chicken, Fried Rice with Chinese Sausage, and Honey Walnut Prawns. Nothing gets in the way of a meal…not even blogging. It may be late, like breakfast, but skip a meal? Never!

I’m pretty sure our house is the only one in the neighborhood lit up like a Christmas tree all hours of the night. When I crawled under the covers a little while ago, before I turned the computer on again to write this, I told my husband I feel like an entertainer, up late at night, asleep until the sun has already risen to its lofty perch in the sky. No, not quite noon, but close enough to be sacrilegious. Heaven help anyone ringing my doorbell. The only answer they’ll get is barking, barking, barking.

Okay. Now that I’ve emptied my brain, I’m going to go to bed. Tonight I’ll be repeating “allocate time and reward myself with blogging…allocate time and reward myself with blogging…

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