Not the same effing day.....

I love that quote from Janis Joplin-"And, as we found out on the train, it's all the same ******** day, man." She said this in a concert not long before she died, and you could hear the tiredness in her voice. Like Billie Holliday, Janis got better the worse she got-if that makes any sense.

But I don't want to be remembered for that. I used to idolize tragic figures, but that is when I wanted to tragically give up, and after I was gone people would know....know what? I dunno.

Anyway, I thought of that this morning as I struggled to get out of bed-It's all the same effing day...and it's Janis' voice I hear when I hear that quote. (Now not literally, don't go getting alarmed).

But in my voice I said-"it doesn't have to be." So today I am doing everything I possibly can different. Coffee was easy-I had a new flavor to try. Drinking it went to a new chair and while it brewed I let the dogs out and turned some snakes loose and had coffee with snakes instead of dogs.

Then I decided to deep clean the snakes, but not only rearrange their cages but move them around. I have spares, so I made different habitats-the jampea is spendng the day in the desert, the kingsnake in the forest floor. I have two big ball pythons and a reticulated python splashing in my bathtub.

Deciding where to put them is fun and takes away from the grunge of cleaning. I've also seperated the dogs for their nap-two big ones in the garage, the little uns in the kitchen.

As part of my "different eyes" theme, I'm looking through the recycle bins for things for the snake cages-a paper sack makes a great hide and it will be something different for Zsa Zsa.

And, for the first time in a long time, I'm having a lot of fun in my own home.