There are roughly 5 million things I should be doing right now. I should be scouring this week's Wall Street Journals for articles that I can use for my marketing class. I should be doing the giant stack of dishes that is piled all over the kitchen, a stack that is threatening to overtake San Diego any minute now. I should be doing my online traffic school so I can get it done and turned into the county by September 30th (I got a speeding ticket this summer, going 90 up the 805. The CHP officer was kind enough to make the ticket for going 84 instead so that it is only going to cost me $315 instead a gatrillion.) I should be knitting furiously so I can finish the blanket I was making for Miss Charlotte, who was born three weeks ago.
There are roughly 5 million things I should be doing, and I am doing none of them because for the first time in roughly 2 months, I am home alone with no plans and I have been since 5:15 this evening. My head almost exploded with the possibilities for the evening.
And instead of doing any of the 5 million responsible, adult things I should be doing, I made cookies and talked on the phone for almost an hour with an old friend from high school. I checked out the Facebook profile of my high school prom date (he's a nurse in Minnesota now, it looks like) and played 10 rounds of Pathwords until I finally broke 1000.
I have about another hour of alone time, a commodity more precious than gold these days. I could go to the gym, but there are some awfully cute cats wrapping themselves around my ankles and I think that instead of doing anything responsible, I think I will curl up on the couch with them and a sparkly vampire book and just one more banana cookie instead.
It's good for my head.
There are roughly 5 million things I should be doing, and I am doing none of them because for the first time in roughly 2 months, I am home alone with no plans and I have been since 5:15 this evening. My head almost exploded with the possibilities for the evening.
And instead of doing any of the 5 million responsible, adult things I should be doing, I made cookies and talked on the phone for almost an hour with an old friend from high school. I checked out the Facebook profile of my high school prom date (he's a nurse in Minnesota now, it looks like) and played 10 rounds of Pathwords until I finally broke 1000.
I have about another hour of alone time, a commodity more precious than gold these days. I could go to the gym, but there are some awfully cute cats wrapping themselves around my ankles and I think that instead of doing anything responsible, I think I will curl up on the couch with them and a sparkly vampire book and just one more banana cookie instead.
It's good for my head.
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