The warm weather is hanging around making me believe summer is not yet over, but I know better. The Weather Gods are just lulling me into a false sense of security with all of this warmth, only to blast me with cold weather in a few days or so. Then I’ll be shocked and appalled and lighting the fireplace and lamenting the summer. I’ll be shaking and quivering with the chill, rummaging through drawers looking for warmer sweaters and the Snuggie I bought daughter for Christmas, one year.
Trying to de-clutter my environment is like trying to set water on fire. I just get one thing away and two new things pop up. I have so many things I want to do, that doing one thing at a time seems wasteful and boring and not at all accomplishing anything, when really, it would be so much better than spinning my wheels.
Maybe I should get my attention span checked out. Can someone do that? I just don’t think I can sit still long enough to take all the tests that are probably required to determine that shit. Maybe there’s an online version, but then I would get distracted with the other stuff happening online, then one of the adult/children would need me to rescue them from the new devil-printer that seems to be possessed and prints whatever the hell it wants, or Hubby will need me to figure out the phantom pain he has in the back of his neck that’s really not the back of his neck but more like the back of his head that maybe some bug bit him while he on his walk because it really hurts….
Maybe it’s not my attention span at all. Huh.
It’s a good thing I have hobbies and you people to walk this journey with me and tolerate all of my nonsense. And wine.
Ps. I just wrote this on the front of my agenda because at the time, I thought it was funny but now my Catholic conscience is getting the better of me and I feel guilty about the whole ‘dead’ thing. I’ll be over here saying ten Hail Marys…
And hoping my water will turn into wine because, Jesus.