Drank a lot of coffee.
Cleaned part of the house before the cleaning lady arrived to do her assigned chores.
Emptied the kitten's litterbox, washed it out, and added fresh, clean litter.
Set out a jug of sun tea to brew before the storms moved in.
Spent around three hours doing writing organization tasks.
Thought about going to the gym but didn't go.
Drank more coffee.
Thought about working on my novel revisions but didn't.
Cleared out my e-mail and checked Facebook and Twitter.
Played with the kitten and kept her in my office while the cleaning lady was working. Kitty is terrified of the vacuum sweeper.
Thought about working on a query letter for one of my manuscripts but didn't.
Shut down my computer when the storms rolled in and made chicken fajitas and sliced tomatoes for dinner.
Cleaned litterbox again because kitten developed diarrhea after dinner.
Watched So You Think You Can Dance and Big Brother on television. Zoomed through the Day 2 two-hour recording of the Tour de France in five minutes, looking for interesting scenery.
Cleaned up the litterbox two more times.
Worried about whether kitten would need to visit the vet today.
Finally got around to writing this post just before midnight.
I know, I know. My life is like a walk on the wild side.