on the move
After bad dreams and choking on my sheets, I pulled my whiny butt out of bed and got hasty. Kept moving.
The grey clouds outside my window taunted me, to retreat with tea. But I kept going. My friend couldn't make it to the gym, but, well, I didn't go either, but I pressed on.
I swept and dusted and climbed on chairs, counting the dust rings from months of apathy and neglect.
When I ran out of David Sedaris CDs, I turned to the pundits, railing about Election, 2008.
(I must stop here to point out that I haven't found my candidate yet. Maybe it would help if they were campaigning here, courting my vote, petting my head. Procuring my vote while I regale them with the spiritual ramifications of Buffyverse. I think I fell asleep just then. Told you I am sleep deprived.)
I whipped up breakfast for supper, always a hit with the kids, and we waited for Greg to drive home.
The grey clouds outside my window taunted me, to retreat with tea. But I kept going. My friend couldn't make it to the gym, but, well, I didn't go either, but I pressed on.
I swept and dusted and climbed on chairs, counting the dust rings from months of apathy and neglect.
When I ran out of David Sedaris CDs, I turned to the pundits, railing about Election, 2008.
(I must stop here to point out that I haven't found my candidate yet. Maybe it would help if they were campaigning here, courting my vote, petting my head. Procuring my vote while I regale them with the spiritual ramifications of Buffyverse. I think I fell asleep just then. Told you I am sleep deprived.)
I whipped up breakfast for supper, always a hit with the kids, and we waited for Greg to drive home.
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And the election...bah, making me crazy. Though my daughter says Grandma every time Hillary comes on, hmmm, might be the deciding factor for me.
Seriously, don't tell anyone, but housework is my therapy. Sometimes. On days like the one you've described. Sometimes instead of retreating I need to have my hands in something solid and at least moderately under my control.
Thank you for taking me away after PTA - it was a delight. However (she says under her breath), next time - we go to Dave in Portland.
Good night; I'm off to read limericks!
Also, I will talk to you about spiritual allegory in the Buffyverse any old time.
As for choosing a candidate, we have time. It almost makes it harder when they start campaigning two years before the election. I'm sick of seeing all of them.