Thursday, July 17, 2008
Its 2:30 in the afternoon. I am tired. We went to a four-year-old birthday. We washed two of three dogs. Now I want to clean the kitchen, scrub the floors, wash down the chairs and tables and scour the pots and pans. I moved three chairs to the living room, cleaned them then saw my computer. I sat down and that was it. Fatigue. Always so much to do. So many self-made obligations. Planter beds to build. Things to write. Rooms to clean. Shots to get. Note to self - go get your allergy shots - today! Oh yes and go to the bank. But what do I really want to do? Nap. A nap would be wonderful. It would be perfection. But now I'm getting up. I'm going to gather my banking, stop for an iced latte and get my "pokes" over with. Then maybe I'll tackle the kitchen or the yard. Or, maybe, just maybe, I'll sit down for real and simply do nothing.