photo courtesy of Animal Planet

The ninth and final (sob!) season of River Monsters begins tonight, 9 PM Eastern time.

I am thrilled and sad at the same time.

According to Jeremy Wade, he has checked off all of the “monsters” on his list and there are no more to find.  He’s satisfied with his fishing achievements (which means he’s the only fisherman in the world who is).

I’ve been awake since 4:30 AM.  I had a dream where Banjo Man took my diamond ring and my cell phone and traded them for newer and uglier versions.  He thought I’d be pleased.  Instead I was so angry I punched him in the nose.

And then I woke up.

I’m enjoying the sunrise with a mug of coffee.  After several days of rain, this streaky pink and blue sky is a welcome sight.

My basement cleaning project continues.  As soon as I make more room on these shelves, I’ll start in on my upstairs closets and move some things downstairs.

There is also my mother’s giant plastic bin (so heavy it can’t be lifted) of old photographs to sort through.

I think I’ll put them in bags and take them upstairs to examine from the couch while I wait for Jeremy’s new fishing season to begin.

In the meantime, I’ll be in the basement sorting through vintage fabrics, books, clothes and an odd assortment of cooking pans.

Word for the day:  ruthless.