I think it's no wonder I don't feel like I'm accomplishing anything. My thoughts are chasing themselves around and around in my head until I'm not sure which thought I was actually entertaining when another one bashed into it and knocked it away.
Just what I need--- thought bumper cars.
(rolling my eyes)
Part of it is anticipation of Jubee's and my next trip to the coast. We actually have an
appointment in Newport, down on the Bayfront. I mean, a
real appointment, not just "the low tide is at such-and-such-a-time, so we need to be there an hour early" type of appointment we usually set (also known as "winging it").
I'm excited... and anxious... and skeered.
Sorry--- I'm not going to say what it is she's planned for us, just in case I chicken out. But after May 6th,
if I've got the guts I'm telling myself I do, I'll post it here.
I'm stronger than I think. I know I am. I just keep forgetting.
Oh, the irony...
(rolling my eyes again)
Ah, as I said--- my thoughts keep getting all jangled, almost as badly as the two socks I was knitting. I ended up first cutting them free of the wrist distaff with which they were entwined, then moving from knot to knot as I worked them loose. Finally liberated one sock, which I finished knitting the next day while visiting Jubee and her nestlings. Now I'm working on the other sock... and thinking of all the other things from which I can choose...
I have fibers to spin, singles to ply, yarns to wash, books to read, a bike lock and cable to find, people to call, laundry to fold, supper to decide upon
and then cook, dishes to wash, a leash to repair, books to list online to sell, linens to change, a visit with Older Son to plan for tomorrow, phone numbers to track down (to contact the detective with whom I need to speak), a Lucy to walk... and I have to be in bed by 9pm tonight in order to be up tomorrow in time to go to counseling via bus (since I can't find the lock and cable to my bicycle).
*sigh* I don't even have a job... and I have too many things to do.
