Busy Day, Busy, Busy Day ...

When I was a kid in the mid-1950s, there was a Jell-O TV commercial that seemed to run all the time. Animated--primitively so, as the pic above confirms. A housewife (in 50s style) scurrying around the house while the soundtrack chants "Busy day--busy day--busy, busy, busy day." The message: Even if you're busy, you still have time to make some Jell-O ... or was it the Jell-O pudding?

I just found a video of the commercial and discovered a couple of things: I had the lyric a little bit wrong (hey, it was 1956!), and the commercial was for the instant pudding.

Link to the video.

Okay, I was thinking of this earlier today because I found myself having a Busy-Day kind of morning. Oh, nothing like a morning working in a coal mine--or teaching 8th graders. But still.

• Up about 5:30--unloaded the dishwasher and straightened up downstairs.
• Helped Joyce change our bedding (a Saturday task). 
• Cleaned up.
• Updated my journal and my Quicken account on my laptop.
• Walked over to Open Door Coffee Co.--with snow up to my armpits. (Well, sort of.)
• Read the New York Times on my Kindle--while eating a homemade scone (see below).
• Caught up on email and Facebook.
• Texted my daily doggerel to my family (one every-morning job)--based on the word today on our word-a-day tear-off calendar (mercurial).
• MERCURIAL = CHARACTERIZED BY RAPID AND UNPREDICTABLE CHANGEABLENESS OF MOOD
• Sometimes I’m so MERCURIAL
  I really can’t decide
  If I am Dr. Jekyll—or
  If I am Mr. Hyde!
• Wrote a Daily Doggerel to post later on my other blog.
• Finished the last 50 pages of Ian McEwan's 1990 novel, The Innocent. (Wow.)
• Walked home with snow up to my ...
• Fed my sourdough starter for tomorrow's bread-baking.
• Mixed and baked a batch of apricot-walnut scones (I eat a homemade scone every morning for breakfast). Joyce had sliced the apricots for me while I was feeding the starter.
• Caught up on some things in my study.
• Wrote this post.
• It's now 10:03 a.m.

I'm whupped. I will go upstairs, read through this post with Joyce (who will find several typos I missed). I will correct them (muttering obscenities while doing so).

Then--after this beginning to a Busy Day I will wander into our bedroom, close the door, collapse and nap till lunch.

In the Real World of Work this is really nothing, I know.

Still, I am whupped ... So wonderful, being seventy-five ...