These days I make a list the night before and add to it during the day and really truly believe that this will be the most productive evening Ever in the History of Evenings after Work.
And then I get home, starving, and eat leftover pizza, and catch up on Facebook only to find out one of my friends has disappeared presumably because she’d like to be more productive and I feel like someone punched me in the gut (even though it was NOT personal) and it also feels like I’m walking through molasses so I eat some honey and peanut butter and wonder if I can get away with not packing my lunch tonight so I can go to bed at 9:00.
And what’s hilarious is that I’ve also been thinking about taking a Facebook break because I spend WAY too much time on there. And what’s really wrong is that my Saturn is well and truly done & I feel as sad as if a beloved pet had died.
Big sigh. At least I rode my bike in the cool dusk and enjoyed the petunias and acorns on this day between summer and fall.