Until this very minute, I had no idea where to start writing. Then I looked at the family chat, and my poor heart shattered. Mr S-P has spent all day up north with former neighbors T and A, which was jealousy-inducing enough. Just now, he sent a photo of T's man cave wall, with a TV on the startup screen for Mario Kart. I cried out. I wish I was there. Yes, I'm glad at least the Mr gets to see them, but all of us here miss them terribly too. (At the photo of Mario, my daughter wrote in all caps "Dmitri has entered the chat.")
I thought yesterday's organization and list-making would have helped me more today than it did. Yes, I did get a lot done, but I'm pretty sure I didn't do a single task all the way to completion. It's not as much fun if you can't cross something off the list.
Maybe it's just because the house heated up this evening that it feels like we didn't get anywhere. Dogs keep melting, I keep melting, cats...well...cats are nowhere to be found right now. That is a really big hint that it's too hot to cuddle. Maybe a quick, cool shower before bed will change my attitude. If it doesn't help, then all I can do is call it for the night and start over tomorrow.
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