In which I rant and rave

First, let's let go of that deep breath. There. Now, Monday. morning. Ugh. Cannot stand Monday morning. A lot to do and too much time unused between doing them all, someway or another. I have to make a bank withdrawal today, as my cell phone bill is to be paid. Laundry needs to be done, floor vacuumed. A spontaneous rearranging of my scant collection of VHS tapes and DVDs is in the cards. Oh yes, let's not forgt the sink full of dirty dishes that I'm to wash, because, apparently, my grandmother has conveniently come up unable to do so. This is the norm lately; I stay in my bedroom, out of sight and largely out of mind, and in the off moment that I do come out of the room, for say, something to drink, the first thing I see is a sinkful of dishes. Meanwhile, my grandmother is on the sofa in the living room, watching the same rerun of Law & Order that she's seen a thousand times but doesn't remember because she's 64 and spends all her own off time worrying and complaining about what everyone else isn't doing. And then there's the fact that the garbage can was emptied, but there was no replacement bag in the can until I put one in. Meaning I've got the job of hauling a huge bag of trash down some stairs tonight, when it doesn't even get picked up until the morning. I really, really, really, REALLY hate to say it but, FML.