And you know it’s been far too long doing this for me if I’m considering and grousing that I’m wasting all those words on the damn title. But, as I hear frequently, it is what it is and sometimes the title for a piece becomes immediately obvious even before the ideas start churning. Not that these are pieces, Jesus, no, but you get what I mean. Maybe. I hope.
Speaking of titles, up until this instance, I had decided via the swirling jets of my brainpan that today’s post would be called Manichean Monday for puns and lols, but the day is never all that black and white. It was the usual frustrating sort of day, though, where I told myself one thing and then life conspired to disallow all my plans and instead run me through a maze of its own devising where struggled through the switchbacks and turns until the whole proceedings were eventually called for time because the maze staff was tired and wanted to go home. Saw the Farmers Market totals which were good, though less explosively amazing as everyone typically always expects. Tried to get the books done. Couldn’t quite amidst everything else, so I have to go in early tomorrow and buckle down (knuckle down?) and get that done. There was much talk of my boss’ vacation which will mostly be to see family, not all of whom are well, and I feel more than a little guilty about how nice it will be to have those days to try and organize and get things done instead of chasing my tail, chasing my clerical dragons. He hasn’t been gone for that long, possibly ever, at least for good year or two and I could just use it.
Sigh. Well, I am, as always, a shadow of the graceful creature I will ever fail to be.
Exhibit A of that is that when I arrived home, it was shocking to discover that both my sister and I were in a decent enough mood to clean up a bit and I offered to drive us the very short distance to the recycling site. I said I feel resistant about it, so surely, that means I need to do it. And I did and no one died! And as a reward for this great victory against the marauding bastards in my mind, we walked to the park and futzed around on the playground equipment until we felt dizzy and silly and the cool breeze and dark clouds ordered us home.
I am hoping to get on the bike for ten minutes here, another nothing thing that has to be done if only to prove that it’s nothing. Hoping to snag a little time on the ukulele since I think the guitar is too noisy right now. Hoping to answer that email I keep putting off because I can’t figure out how to do it perfectly. Can’t hope. Gotta do it. Can’t wait for Extreme Makeover Weight Loss Body to scoop you and awkwardly force you to do it.
And some music: